"Han Muye? That's a good name," said Liao Fan, in a green robe, as he turned around with a glint of spiritual light flashing in his eyes.
"What a lousy name," Wang Zhenhai from the other side, his gaze falling on Han Muye, snorted coldly, "With such an ordinary name, it's doomed that his cultivation abilities can't be too high."
In front of the limestone square, some people wore smiles while others remained expressionless.
"Hehe, let it be, let it be. Today is a grand gathering of disciples. Let's not frolic too much in front of Sect Master Zhang," the white-bearded elder spoke faintly from up front.
As he spoke, the world around them seemed to instantly become clear, and everyone bowed their heads, not daring to look up.
The Sect Master, Zhu Yunxu, Sect Master of the Yuming Sword Sect.
Han Muye bowed his head, a faint layer of spiritual light vibrating on his body.
This spiritual light kept his soul awake, preventing him from getting lost between this illusory realm.
