Within the bounds of Yun State.
As night fell, within the great hall on the suspended island.
Zhang Han sat quietly on the throne, waiting.
The ceremony had ended, and after some conversation with the attendees, they had all departed, leaving the Yin Yang Array Sect in a state of tranquility.
However, there were individual sects that had not left after the ceremony was over.
Take the Taiyi Sword Sect, for instance.
At this very moment, Zhang Han sat on the throne, waiting for Ye Luo to come find him.
Although the two had not discussed a time to meet, Zhang Han felt that his Elder Martial Brother understood him and would surely come to visit him here.
Zhang Han continued to wait.
After about a while.
Finally, a familiar figure entered the range of his Divine Sense.
Indeed, it was his Elder Martial Brother Ye Luo.
"I knew Elder Martial Brother would understand what I meant."
Zhang Han shook his head with a smile and stood up from the throne.
