"We really did not know why it exploded, everything was normal, but it just exploded," Jin Jian said, his brows furrowed even tighter.
"Brother Jin, if we cannot seize the opportunity, a single Trapped Dragon Pillar is going to doom the millennia-old tradition of our Wanxiang Mountain!" Jiang Yuan's voice trembled, his finger pointing out towards the Tianluo Hall, "A tradition of thousands of years, how will we face our ancestors, how will we explain this to our disciples?"
Silence enveloped the surroundings. Just then, footsteps from outside reached their ears, further aggravating the already tense leaders, painting their faces with an even uglier shade of displeasure.
Although the Wanxiang Sect had a hundred peaks and more than seven hundred bloodlines, only the top fifteen branches truly had the decision-making power over the direction of the Wanxiang Sect.
All of them had already gathered. Who else would be so oblivious to walk over here?
