Everyone stopped their actions and came to watch when it was time for the supreme elders to clash. This rare opportunity rarely presented itself. Ninth-stage cultivators seldom left the comfort of their seclusions to make an appearance outside, much less fight in public.
Among the audience were the top disciples, elders, grand elders, and even many supreme elders. Due to the tension between the sects currently as well as the complicated situation with the unranked sects, every sect sent at least one supreme elder to oversee their sect's forces and make sure their interests remained unharmed.
On one side of the platform, stood a man with a long white beard and flowing hair in a matching color. Around his body coiled a long, black snake, and its head rested on the man's shoulder, its tongue occasionally slipping out of its maw with a hiss.
