Sitting on the main seat in the reception hall, Bai Moran was dressed in black, with a hood covering half of his face. Under the hood, he wears the iconic black mask of the Baigu Valley. On his left and right sides, the eight elders who were sitting there were all dressed in the same attire as him. Rows of disciples wearing black disciple uniforms, hoods, and masks stood motionless below.
Bai Moran calmly looked at the guests sitting below through the mask. After a long silence, his deep and cold voice sounded in the silent reception hall.
"Today, why did the eldest direct disciple of the sect master of the Qing Ming Sword Sect come here?"
