Hearing that harsh sound, the faces of the three people simultaneously twitched.
In a dark corner of the hall, a shadowy figure in a black robe slowly revealed themselves.
This black-robed figure was very thin, holding a black wood walking stick in their dry, pale hand. Their face was covered with pustules, and their voice had an unsettling eeriness to it.
"Mistress."
The Punishment Elder and the Sword Wielding Elder, both usually with high status within the sect, shivered and respectfully spoke.
Beside them, the Pavilion Master in purple silently sighed, a hint of grief seeming to appear on his face.
The elderly lady called "Mistress" by the Punishment Elder and Sword Wielding Elder was in fact the wife of the Pavilion Master in purple, Saffron.
Saffron originally had a beautiful appearance. As a Profound Tier expert, even though she was already over fifty, she had mastered the art of preserving her looks, appearing no different from a woman in her thirties.
