Deep within the towering peaks of the Upper Realm, the air was perpetually thin and thick with sharp spiritual energy. Inside a heavily fortified, secluded chamber of the divine Leopard Sect, the atmosphere was completely frozen.
At the center of the dark room sat an exceptionally handsome man with a face as smooth as jade, but his gaze was as piercing and cold as glacial ice. He wore the sweeping, magnificent golden-trimmed robes of the highest authority.
Three elderly men sat in a lower circle before him, their heads bowed slightly in deep respect.
"The time is finally upon us," the handsome man spoke, his voice echoing with a natural, heavy pressure that made the spiritual crystals on the walls hum softly.
He looked at the three men before him. "Report on the current state of the sacred grounds."
