In a manor thick with the drifting scent of medicine.
The members of the Lu clan all lay trembling on the ground, not daring to move a muscle.
The previous night, just as they heard disturbances from the sect's borders, they discovered that a group of cultivators had already surrounded the entire manor.
What followed was a night that shook every member of the Lu clan.
The Eastern Saint Sect, which had towered above them like heaven itself, was gone!
A force called the Heavenly Gate Sect had taken over this territory.
Faced with such an earth-shattering upheaval, the Lu clan members, all mortals, had no idea what to do.
The cultivators outside kept a relentless watch on them, yet strangely never attacked them.
This left the Lu clan members startled, frightened, and bewildered.
"If Second Uncle were still here... perhaps we could have left with the sect master too..."
One Lu clan member spoke in a low voice.
His words immediately drew agreement from quite a few people, only for Seventh Uncle, Lu Yuanfeng, who had been forcing himself to stay alert and preside over things since the previous night, to silence them.
"All of you, shut up!"
As withered and gaunt as a length of dead wood, Lu Yuanfeng gripped his wicker chair tightly, forcing himself to remain seated in the manor's main hall. He had not slept a wink all night.
His bulging eyes were bloodshot, fixed intently on the main gate.
He had been like this since the previous night.
Until the sky brightened, Yang Qi rose, and sunlight shone through the windows onto the drifting dust.
Creak!
The manor's main gate opened.
A black-robed cultivator came into Lu Yuanfeng's view.
His entire body immediately began to tremble as he stared fixedly at that figure.
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