Zhang Yuan's first impression of Yue Wuji was that he didn't look like a Hall Master of the Battle Hall at all.
He was neither tall nor burly, with a thin frame and sallow complexion, draped in a white robe that made him seem frail.
He resembled more a destitute and struggling scholar.
Moreover, this Hall Master seemed to have an illness, often clutching his fist to his mouth while sitting in the chair.
He emitted a muffled cough.
"Cough cough cough!"
With every cough, an unusual rosy flush would appear on his face.
It seemed as if he might collapse at any moment!
However, Gao Sheng and Zhao Jinlan, standing on either side, were solemn and respectful.
When all the Battle Hall disciples had gathered.
Yue Wuji stood up with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the assembled disciples.
His expression was rather gentle,
but everyone he laid eyes upon felt a chill in their hearts and an involuntary sense of awe!
Zhang Yuan included.
A Qi Entry master!
