Three months later, in the Central Plains.
The Wind Origin Sect was a hidden faction in the Central Plains with considerable strength. It had no fewer than three Dou Zun experts, and its sect master, Feng Xiao, was a Five-Star Dou Zun. It surpassed even the publicly known Four Pavilions in strength, so few fools ever came to provoke it. Peace and tranquility reigned.
Today, as always, the Wind Origin Sect's elders cultivated in seclusion. Outside, at the martial arts plaza, Sect Master Feng Xiao watched the disciples below practice their Dou Techniques and test their strength against one another, a warm, spring-breeze smile on his face. It was a picture of harmony and serenity.
Just as Feng Xiao was about to take out his tea set as usual, brew a pot of fragrant hot tea at the table overlooking all the disciples, and savor this familiar peace-
The sky above the martial arts plaza darkened.
Whoosh!
Sensing the disturbance overhead, Feng Xiao sprang to his feet.
"All disciples, retreat at once! Go summon the elders!"
Without hesitation, Feng Xiao swept out his hand and shouted to the disciples.
Feng Xiao's sudden shout instantly snapped the disciples out of their focused cultivation. They looked up at the sky, their expressions changing, then obeyed their sect master's command and hurried out of the Martial Arts Arena to summon the elders.
Once the disciples had withdrawn, Feng Xiao fixed his eyes on the dark clouds gathering overhead, his expression grave.
Soon, amid the disciples' calls, several figures appeared outside the Martial Arts Arena. Their auras were powerful, and those of the two at the forefront were particularly vast and imposing. They were the Wind Origin Sect's Grand Elder and Second Elder, both of whom had reached the Dou Zun Realm.
"Sect Master,