Not only Fu Tong, others on the mountainside too, noticed the several white-robed elders descending from the stone steps, and immediately held their breaths.
The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The only sound audible was the thumping of their hearts.
"State your names," said one.
Upon reaching the platform, the silver-bearded elder leading the group swept his gaze around, quickly noticing Fu Tong, Wu Siming, Huan Yundu, and two others.
Without delay, they stated their names.
Many people noticed that Shi Xiaole seemed to be intentionally ignored.
Swoosh.
Ten yards away, the silver-bearded elder began to write in mid-air. On the third row of the Ten Thousand Forms Stele, in the twenty-first position, a name appeared - Zuo Shaobai.
The stele was over ten feet wide, and each name did not take up much space, leaving plenty of room in between for new additions.
