Bai Bing's expression also turned grave, a hint of solemnity flashing through her cool eyes.
She nodded slowly. "This matter concerns the future of the sect and cannot be delayed. It should be about time for a decision. Let's go to the Main Peak's grand hall and see."
Without another word, the two of them headed toward the Main Peak's grand hall.
The mountain wind billowed their robes, and their figures gradually vanished into the distant clouds and mist.
...
「Meanwhile.」
The disciples who had been watching at the Cyan Qilin Platform began to disperse, walking in twos and threes along the mountain paths of the Xuanzhen Sect.
Discussions about the Cyan Qilin Battle swept through the Main Peak and the Seven Veins as swiftly as the mountain wind, and the chatter of disciples could be heard everywhere.
The names mentioned most often were Yuwen Mingjue, Zhao Chong, and Yang Jing.
