A man looking to be in his early 20s floated down with a light smile touching the corner of his mouth, nodding to them, "Mm"
However, he did not allow them to rise as he would normally do, continuing to speak, "So… as I was saying… now, perhaps this is the perfect chance for me to speak. I have retired long ago so I don't weigh in on the matters in the Sect, usually. But I think that having placed one foot in my grave I'd like to leave a few words to the ones who will carry on the torch after me before I place the other one in too"
Despite his young looks, there was an aura of decay around him, the same one reeking of looming death that once surrounded Zhao Xieren.
"S-sect Ancestor… that was… ehm…", Grand Elder Ro was completely flustered, or rather, petrified by fear.
