In a movement that left all the grand peak masters in speechless shock, the legendary Cloud Sword Saint took three steps forward in the air, floating upward, and bowed deeply in midair to the old man, his head low.
"This junior bows to the Grand Ancestor," the Cloud Sword Saint said, his voice carrying a profound reverence that none of them had ever heard before.
His words, though spoken quietly, carried clearly through the mountain air. When the grand Peak Masters heard the title, a deep, paralyzing horror gradually crept into their minds. Grand Ancestor... a legendary figure who was supposed to be a myth from the sect's founding era, someone who should have been gone for a millennium, was standing right before them. An ancestor that even the Sword Saint must bow to, standing high above the heavens?
