The arrival of the Grand Elder and the Xian Sword Sect elders at Ash Crown City was like a storm sweeping through calm waters.
The news spread through the Smoldering Rock Merchant Union before the entourage had even fully landed, and by the time the elders set foot in the city, the entire Union was in an uproar.
Overseer Zhai, who had already been on edge for days while hosting Lin Mu and his companions, was pale and trembling. His hands shook as he adjusted his robes for the tenth time, his heart pounding like a war drum.
He was utterly terrified of making a mistake before such exalted figures.
The name of Grand Elder Huo was one that did not merely resound in the Silent Lotus World, but reached far beyond.
Cultivators across the Immortal Court knew of the One Eyed Sword Lord, a man whose sword could cleave through nations if provoked, whose stern discipline had shaped generations of sword cultivators, and whose every word was like a decree of heaven itself.
