"STOP!" A voice echoed.
The cultivator froze.
Goras also stopped.
The voice came from the sky. It was the sect master, Elwin. The sect master fluttered down from the sky. Brown, curly hair, handsome face, and green eyes.
"The sect master is here!"
"We won! The sect master is here! We won!"
The sect master's appearance was very unexpected that everyone stopped fighting.
All the cultivators turned their attention to the sect master.
"Is this true? Is the sect master here?"
"Yes, it's true. The sect master has arrived."
"I can't believe it! What a miracle! I thought we were all going to die!"
Then they saw someone riding the sect master's back.
"Who is that guy?"
"He has no spiritual energy."
"What? Is that a norm?"
"Impossible!"
The sect master's feet softly landed on the ground, and Nesterin hopped off.
"Nesterin," Goras called. "What's going on. Why are you riding on his back."
