The Weapon Hall!
The weapon hall was quiet, save for the faint hum of spiritual energy vibrating through the racks of blades, spears, and various exotic instruments of death. Su Xiaobai expected to be greeted by an elder, maybe a bored inner disciple. Instead, he found himself face-to-face with Zhao Tianxuan—the sect master himself.
"Sect Master...?" Su Xiaobai halted mid-step.
Zhao Tianxuan, draped in his usual white robe, stood near a weapons rack with his hands behind his back.
His aura was calm yet powerful.
"Ah, Su Xiaobai," Zhao Tianxuan greeted, his fox-like eyes narrowing with a sharp smile. "You're here."
The words meaningful, as though Su Xiaobai had just stepped into a game he hadn't agreed to play.
"Why are you here...?" Su Xiaobai asked cautiously.
