The sun had only just broken over the distant peaks when Tian Shen, Feng Yin, and Sect Master Feng Yan arrived at the Profound Qi Sect.
The grand mountain gates stood tall, flanked by intricate carvings of dragons and ancient cultivators, as if the stone itself bore witness to centuries of legacies.
Inside the Sect's inner sanctum, the three were guided swiftly to the Meeting Hall—a vast chamber filled with polished jade pillars and floating lanterns that swayed gently without wind.
The air buzzed with spiritual energy, but underneath it all lingered a sense of veiled tension, like an elegant painting hiding cracks beneath its frame.
At the head of the hall sat Sect Master Qi Zhenyu, a middle-aged man dressed in flowing silver robes, his eyes calm and deep, yet clearly measuring each of them with silent scrutiny.
Despite the slight creases near his temples, his bearing was regal, and every gesture seemed calculated to assert authority without being overt.
