An old man in a green robe walked past the high platform in the square. He glanced at the people below indifferently.
"Be quiet."
He said the two words softly, but his voice seemed to echo and spread to every corner of the square. The bustling crowd couldn't help but look at each other and slowly stopped their discussion.
The old man in the green robe nodded when he saw that everyone had quieted down. He turned around and looked behind him. Everyone's eyes followed him.
All they saw was a hurricane suddenly blowing on the high platform in the square, and a person appeared out of thin air.
The green-robed old man respectfully stood to the side and let the person who appeared behind him step forward.
"Sect master,"
