A bright formation of special characters and symbols appeared in the courtyard of the inn that had been reserved by the Astral Forest Sect.
Along with the array of formations, a few figures emerged from the ground along with Sect leader le Zuan and Le Lao Ling. The blue-robed cultivators stepped out of the magical array and formed a circle around Sect Leader Le Zuan.
There was an unfathomable silence in the atmosphere-a bit suffocating and a tad bit scary. However, no one dared to speak. Le Zuan liked this.
He looked around all of the disciples and sighed. Everyone was standing with their head bowed down.
"Tsk," he clicked his tongue in displeasure. No matter how he try to justify the result was good in his head, he was still not satisfied.
