Ren Zixin stared blankly, and it turned out to be... the location of Kongtong.
But just at this moment, the entire venue suddenly fell silent.
Everyone's eyes were cast forward, and then they all stood up, one by one. Ren Zixin was pulled by his father and, amidst confusion, bowed with the others in the direction everyone was paying their respect.
It was only when he straightened up that he saw, through a gap, that tall and upright figure at the front and instinctively held his breath.
Dressed in solemn mysterious clothes, a white jade hanging at his waist, his gray hair simply and neatly tied at the back of his head... The three sides of Jade Sword Pavilion were packed with people, yet he alone stood at the very front of the hall, and he did not appear thin in numbers; on the contrary, the mountain-and-sea-like calm dignity radiated down to the audience.
