Necro stood calmly as the murmurs faded, the cold mountain breeze carrying the last echoes of conversation away from the Martial Platform.
San Xianying approached with quiet steps, eyes bright but with a hint of nervous energy. "Junior Brother, Elder Wu has requested we wait. The Sect Master wishes to meet you now."
Necro's gaze shifted slightly, but he gave a small nod. "Lead the way."
They moved across the jade pathways, past cultivation fields and waterfall bridges, the world quiet save for the faint rustle of robes and the distant roar of falling water. Other disciples stepped aside as they passed, some bowing slightly, others simply staring, their eyes flickering with curiosity, interest, and in some cases, cold calculation.
Necro noted them, filing away faces and auras without breaking stride.
