The white light receded.
It transformed into a burly man with a longsword on his back, dressed in a black robe.
The man had coarse features, with thick brows and large eyes.
His brow was slightly furrowed.
It seemed something was troubling him.
"Greetings, Martial Uncle Songling Zi!"
A passing Disciple in a gray robe saw the man and greeted him.
Hearing this, Songling Zi simply gave a slight nod.
Then, he ascended the steps and entered a grand hall named Yuqing Hall, meeting no obstructions along the way.
The light inside the great hall was somewhat dim.
Only rows of candles burned steadily, their flames swaying and flickering.
As he drew closer, the faint breeze he created caused the candle flames on either side to waver.
"Songling Zi pays his respects to the Sect Leader!"
Songling Zi looked at the figure standing with his back to him and bowed with his hands clasped.
Before him stood an old man.
