"Grip the Dao Plate tightly, do not be careless."
Chi Yang nodded slightly. The two had worked together for many years. Should any misfortune befall the other, someone needed to relay the message.
"Mm."
No sooner had Liu Shiqian stepped onto the Array than he was enveloped by a rippling, faint light.
This was his first departure from Southern Hong. Even with his usually calm demeanor, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
Sect Master Shen's instructions had been too hasty; he didn't even know how to start a conversation when he met Wanxiang Pavilion's Daoist fellows.
However, the next moment, the scene before his eyes astounded him completely.
He was directly ushered into a vast, empty hall.
The neatly arranged seats on both sides, and the principal seat at the top, were currently unoccupied.
"..."
Liu Shiqian felt a chill creeping through him, then slowly turned around to look back.
