The State Preceptor Taiyu was draped in a black robe, with a high crown on his head, surrounded by barely perceptible black Gang Yuan, giving off an aura of mystery.
Master Zhu Huo, in his fiery red robe, resembled a burning flame, yet he was now devoid of his usual flamboyance, his expression grave.
The State Preceptor Jijing was clad in white, leaning on a golden nanmu cane, his visage austere but with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
"That young Lu Jinyun seems to have acquired a divine weapon!"
Mr. Qingtian was the first to break the silence, his voice deep and serious, echoing through the spacious great hall.
"Indeed!"
"It's a supreme treasure saber capable of easily slaying even a Grandmaster!" The State Preceptor Taiyu nodded slightly, a flash of apprehension in his eyes.
"The power of this saber far exceeds imagination; if left unchecked, the consequences will be dire."
Master Zhu Huo stood up in agitation, "We cannot allow him to defeat us one by one!"
