The people from the three sects waited on the square of the Black Ink Temple for a while.
In the distance, faint roars sounded. The noise was very loud, but came from very far away. Soon, people started flying toward the sounds to settle it. A few moments later, another group of people descended.
Under the leadership of the three sects' elders, a group of tall and skinny people wearing masks quickly formed a circle next to the field. They were all wearing white robes with golden hems.
They closed their eyes and started chanting in low voices, switching hand seals quickly. Invisible waves of energy flowed off from them and merged together, forming a larger and larger transparent pattern.
Standing with the others, Lu Sheng could only faintly see the pulsing of the pattern, but not the details.
