The doors of the Main Hall closed, and though the tall and narrow windows of the hall with high ceilings had the same pale light, the atmosphere was a little more welcoming due to the lanterns that gave off the warm light of fire.
The now empty room seemed even vaster than it was before, as Qiu Yilan had even the Sect Protectors and Sect Retainers leave since the topic of the conversation was sensitive.
Qiu Yilao went up to her seat and moved her hand over one of the throne hand rests. A formation circle appeared in front of the platform with the throne at the end of the hall, the stone slabs of the floor rising up to form crude but rather grand seats, as smaller arrays activated on top of them to clean away any impurities on the surfaces and slightly warm them up.
Wu Long and Grand Elder Gan took their seats while Xue Bing and Beng Mao took a position standing near their sect's seniors, even though there were enough chairs for everyone.
