Countless points of light began to gather around him. He paused, watching the sight. As he did, the innumerable Spiritual Power Light Points had already coalesced into the aged figure of a man with white hair and a white beard, exuding an ethereal, sagely air.
The figure was illusory, like a holographic projection.
Dang Mengfu looked at the figure and immediately bowed respectfully. "Pavilion Master, what brings you here? Is it because of some anomaly inside?"
He then glanced into the main hall with a frown. The scene within was unchanged—Magic Scriptures still danced through the air.
The ethereal, white-haired Zhao Yuan looked at Dang Mengfu and said, "Just watch for now. Don't be hasty. I'm going to review past footage from the other branch pavilions and take a closer look before we decide anything.
