When Mu Qianyue and her group returned to Jingyue Pavilion, they found that there were very few people in the courtyard and on the training field. Everything around was very quiet, and they saw almost no disciples moving about.
"Who are you? Why have you barged into my Jingyue Pavilion!"
Suddenly, a cold shout came from behind them.
Mu Qianyue turned her head to look back, only to see a man holding a longsword, his gaze icy and wary as he stared at them. As his voice fell, with a swish he drew the longsword in his hand, the freezing cold blade pointed straight at them.
Seeing this, not only did Mu Qianyue not get angry, the corners of her lips instead lifted into a faint arc. Judging from this, this man's reactions were rather quick and alert.
"Where are the stewards and elders of the sect?"
