In the still of the winter night, in the Xiangyun Valley on North Mountain and the main hall of the Martial Hall.
The leaders and stewards of the Martial Hall, as well as the elders remaining on North Mountain, all gathered. The crystal stones illuminated the great hall, yet every face remained deeply somber.
No one spoke. Whether they were elders or leaders, everyone kept their eyes lowered to the ground of the hall, as if they were in a daze or waiting.
"Please say something. It's rare that we're all gathered here. Do you all intend to let silence waste our precious time?" Great Elder Tang Siyuan, looking at the despondent faces, finally couldn't help but break the silence.
The awakened elders raised their heads, glancing at each other, at a loss for words. The several leaders of the Martial Hall also raised their heads, glancing at Tang Sen and Tang Zhi, wanting to speak yet sighing heavily before falling silent once again.
