When Zhi Rui arrived, there was a wall of Disciples on the ground and the ones who could fly did so in an altitude leaving the elders and high tier cultivators on top. The temporary sect leader stood above the clouds overseeing everything.
The common disciples were on the surroundings, but they didn't dare to make much sound, Zhi Rui saw, the various fifth level rogue cultivators, just waiting for the door to open. There was even two at the sixth level. But right in front of the fate was a man levitating crosslegged.
Zhi Rui felt instinctive, that man was at the venerable realm. That's why the disciples were all silent and didn't dare to open their mouths.
If it was merely those five-level masters, then light sect's Dao protector would already cross and steal their place.
Zhi Rui snorted inwardly at the cautious nature of the Temporary leader. It didn't matter how she saw it, the action of letting rogue cultivators first, was an act of weakness.
