Heaven's Will Saber was a tall, dark-skinned strong man with a large S-shaped saber strapped to his back; hearing the words, he merely clasped his hands towards those few people in greeting.
Then he went to sit cross-legged under the archway, where a disciple had already prepared a cushion for him, and was guarded by fellow apprentices on either side. An incense burner was moved in front of him, with the fragrance wafting and slowly spreading around.
Time slowly passed, and the sun gradually rose from the east to overhead.
Noon arrived.
Heaven's Will Saber slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the sky, his brows slightly furrowing.
"Still no movement, Sect Master," a nearby elder whispered.
"No hurry," Heaven's Will Saber said indifferently. He was about to continue meditating with his eyes closed.
Suddenly, a man in black flew slowly from the distant sky.
