Hundred Streams Sect Sect Master Hall.
A long, simple stone table stood at the center of the grand hall.
Alongside it were a dozen high-backed stone chairs.
In the darkness, a man in a long robe sat in the main seat, his fingers gently tapping the stone table, drawing the attention of the others.
"Regarding the incident of the sinister aura from the Netherworld emerging beneath Yunzhou, let me say a few words first."
Sitting next to him, a short figure who barely managed to peek over the stone table softly called out, "Sect Master... "
"Hmm?" The Sect Master glanced at the person with some dissatisfaction, "I just said I would say a few words first, can't you follow the rules?"
"It's mainly..."
"Whatever it is, say it later. What I have to say is very important, and I cannot tolerate any carelessness."
"Yes..."
"Hmm."
Seeing that the other party had nothing more to say, the Sect Master began speaking satisfactorily.
