The wind chimes of the Star-Catching Tower rang softly.
On another building not far away, every wind chime had cracked.
The Hanging Bell Sect's Mountain Gate Formation had been fully activated. The atmosphere was oppressive and tense, and faint ripples stirred Dawn Lake, giving a sense of wind and rain about to descend.
More than ten Hanging Bell Sect elders stood inside the building, their expressions exceedingly grim, though their feelings were not all the same.
More than ten representatives from the various sects had also arrived. Their hearts were somewhat heavy, though their faces revealed nothing.
De Yuanquan's corpse lay on the floor. No one had moved it, and it remained as it had been when he died.
Blood flowed from the back of his head, spreading several feet around him.
What was truly horrifying was the hole in his face, which ran from his nose and eyes straight through to the back of his head. It was an exceptionally terrible sight.
With such a bizarre wound, neither a Nascent Soul nor a Sword Ghost could have escaped in time.
The Old Madam stood beside De Yuanquan's corpse, her body stooped. She stared expressionlessly for a long time, and no one knew what she was thinking.
The building was exceptionally quiet.
After an unknown length of time, the Old Madam finally straightened. Clear chimes rang from within her body, a sign that her cultivation method had reached the Transformation Realm.
She slowly turned toward He Bumu and said in an even, utterly emotionless voice, "The Green Mountain Sect has gone too far in bullying us."
At these words, several Hanging Bell Sect elders turned toward He Bumu, their gazes filled with resentment and fury.
The sect masters and elders from the various sects also felt... the Green Mountain Sect