At this moment.
On the entire sect square, dozens of disciples held their breath, their expressions becoming incredibly tense.
Wang Hao clenched his fist tightly, staring intently at Chen Tianchen on the high platform, his face flushed with excitement and nerves.
"Come on."
On the high platform, Chen Tianchen smiled and gestured towards the curtain on one side.
The next moment.
The curtain was lifted, and a slender, scholarly-looking young man with a refined face walked out from behind it, standing beside Chen Tianchen.
"Fourth Peak Master."
Wang Lin respectfully cupped his hands towards Chen Tianchen.
As Wang Lin stepped forward.
The previously noisy sect square instantly fell silent, turning deathly still.
Everyone was gaping in disbelief at Wang Lin, who stood on the high platform clad in luxurious black robes with the twelve emblems of sun, moon, and stars embroidered on the cuffs!
"How... how can it be him?!"
"Wasn't this person eliminated long ago?"
