The elder meeting of the Yunshan Sect concluded, and the elders, each with their own thoughts, exited the room and dispersed.
It was just past 11:00 PM, now December 30th in the 366th year of Jia Shen. After today, it would be a new year.
Normally, if the world were at peace, according to the original plan, the Yunshan Sect would have concluded its first internal martial arts competition, celebrating a lively New Year's banquet.
However, now, all the cultivators of the Yunshan Sect could only hide within the four floating battleships, concealed within a high mountain range.
In the midst of deep winter, everything was lifeless, and a scene of silence prevailed. Looking at the pitch-black forest ahead, recalling the once lively and prosperous scenes on Bichao Mountain, Tan Hong silently made a resolution in his heart.
He carefully invited Yang Jiye and Wang Yu into his room, setting up a Silence Talisman.
