「Council Hall.」
Here, the powerful had converged. The heads of each vein and all the elders were gathered, and the atmosphere was exceptionally solemn.
"The Saint Heir has arrived!"
"Saint Heir!"
Wang Xiu strode in. The heads of the various veins nodded to him in succession, while numerous elders rose to salute him as a sign of respect.
He gave a slight nod and looked around, noticing many unfamiliar faces.
All of them possessed powerful auras and weathered appearances, representing the hidden foundation of each vein. Many were survivors of the chaotic wars of the past, contemporaries of Ji Yan and others, who would not easily show themselves. Even at the Saint Heir's ascension ceremony, these people had not been seen.
A sudden dread struck Wang Xiu's heart. Has something major truly happened?
"Now that everyone has arrived, let us begin!" Sect Leader Zhuo Canglang appeared, his expression stern, and got straight to the point without any preamble.
