Hidden Dragon Blood

The blurry figure blocking their path slowly came into focus. Once Zhu Luomu and the others saw who it was, they hurriedly bowed in formal salute.

"We greet the Sect Master!"

The newcomer wore white robes and had an aged face. It was Xing Ming, who had not shown himself for a long time.

"That will do. Do not approach!"

After saying this once more, Xing Ming's figure flickered and vanished, leaving behind a group of cultivators staring at one another wide-eyed.

Then Xing Ming's voice drowned out the thunder at the horizon and resounded throughout Falling Star Valley.

"All disciples, return at once! None may approach within three hundred li of the thunderstorm. Those who defy this order will be executed!"

The voice echoed for a long while, instantly restoring peace to the somewhat chaotic Falling Star Valley. After hesitating briefly, many people immediately stopped in their tracks.

"Senior Brother Zhu, could something have happened in the inner valley? It actually forced the Sect Master to appear!"

In recent years, Zhu Luomu had been in the limelight, suppressing all the other disciples. Whether they were dissatisfied or not, how could anyone who had cultivated to the Foundation Establishment Realm be anything but shrewd?

His master was the current Sect Master, so naturally they had to curry favor with Zhu Luomu. Now that they had been ordered to remain here, everyone's eyes naturally turned toward him.

The place where wind and clouds gathered lay deep within the valley. The current phenomenon resembled the wind and thunder power triggered after someone had touched the restrictions of the sect-protecting grand formation.

Zhu Luomu frowned. He vaguely felt that something was wrong. He had seen similar circumstances recorded in certain ancient texts, but before he could confirm it, someone spoke hesitantly.

"This is