The leader's words echoed through the valley, carried with a weight that none of those present would dare to underestimate.
As if time had momentarily stopped for everyone, not a single disciple dared to breathe loudly.
The elders exchanged silent glances, some shocked, others thinking it was to be expected. Finally, after several decades, their leader had at last chosen a direct disciple.
A direct disciple of the leader of the Verdant Sword Sect.
Even the youngest there, who had not yet even truly entered the sect, understood what this meant.
To become the direct disciple of a sect leader was not only an honor but also the chance to leap over practically all layers of the hierarchy. To inherit techniques and resources that would not be easily distributed even to the elders.
