The old man stood high in the sky, stroking his long white beard as he looked down at the Wudang sect grounds. His cold, piercing eyes swept over the disciples below, filled with an arrogant chill that seemed to freeze the air. It was clear—this man had no fear, only confidence that nobody could stand in his way.
"W-who… who is that old man?" one disciple stammered, a bad feeling creeping over him as he took in the man's frightening gaze, feeling a shiver run down his spine.
Beside him, another disciple shook his head nervously. "I don't know, but he has to be someone important… no one would dare show up here uninvited. Not when the Wudang sect is hosting such a big tournament with so many powerful figures around."
