Yang Jing and the six others followed Sun Ningxiang to the main hall of the inner courtyard.
The hall was dimly lit. Sun Yong sat upright in the Grandmaster's Chair at the head of the room.
His brow was slightly furrowed, his heavy gaze fixed on the floor. The aura around him was even more somber than usual.
"Greetings, Master." The seven of them bowed in unison, their voices exceptionally clear in the silent hall.
Sun Yong glanced up and grunted a faint acknowledgment.
The seven disciples stood obediently in the hall. They could hear each other's slightly quickened breaths. Judging by their master's expression, this was clearly no ordinary lecture.
Sun Yong remained silent for a moment, his fingertips tapping lightly on the armrest of the Grandmaster's Chair.
After a long while, he finally spoke slowly, "A moment ago, the Li Family sent someone over."
Everyone in the hall felt their hearts leap into their throats, and they listened with rapt attention.
