"What is this?" asked the emaciated elder who was sitting on the right, his face full of shock.
"This is a sect's martial arts, pure to the extreme."
The middle-aged man in a silver robe, his handsome face tinged with regret,
mused that the Divine Emperor, who had been fleeing all those years, had he traveled south from Tuzhou, might well have joined the Star Moon Tower.
Then, everything would have been different.
"So it is the will of heaven! Missed by half a step."
With a light sigh, the man in the silver robe stood up.
Together with the two elders by his side, they all rose to their feet.
Three formidable auras climbed rapidly and then merged at an exceedingly fast pace.
An exceedingly formidable aura, centered on the silver tower, rose throughout the Star Moon Tower.
It seemed, faintly, to be able to contend against the figure standing in the starry sky.
For a moment, the disciples within the Star Moon Tower unconsciously felt a sliver of hope rise.
