"What scene haven't I witnessed?"
What scene haven't I witnessed? Wang Mu thought. Raising his head, he proceeded with a calm and collected demeanor.
Wang Mu stopped about fifty feet away.
"Come closer."
Elder Yan's voice was cold and icy, yet it carried a faint, inherent magnetism, not a deliberate affectation. Initially, it sounded aloof, but a more careful listen revealed subtle modulations, lending it a distinct, captivating charm.
Wang Mu stepped forward and bowed. "Elder Yan, may I know why you have summoned me?"
"It was my directive to have you join Heavenly Sword Peak," Yan Qingwu said, her back to Wang Mu. Only a graceful silhouette was visible, her abundant black hair obscuring most of his view.
"Are you perhaps dissatisfied with this?"
