Ice Rock Island.
Today, there was no sun in the sky, casting a somber and oppressive gray pall.
Pang Jian and Luo Hongyan, like the many other individual cultivators who came to watch the spectacle, stood beside the frigid Great Stone Hall.
The individual cultivators, at this moment holding the wooden tokens for participation in the assembly, were staring in astonishment toward the sky.
A white tower from Yin Spirit Temple, flouting the so-called rules of Individual Cultivator Cloud Ascetics, boldly hung suspended in the air!
"Yin Spirit Temple!"
"Dong Tianze!"
Someone cursed under their breath.
"Rules, in the face of absolute power, sometimes aren't worth shit."
"The rules of Individual Cultivator Cloud Ascetics have always only bound cultivators like you and me, those without powerful backers."
"Have the people of Yin Spirit Temple or Raging Sun Sect ever cared about his damned rules?"
Some sneered in secret.
