Wu Han Cheng tapped the table with his finger, seemingly unintentionally, and said: "Brother Huang, which senior brothers from your sect are going to the Dharma Assembly this time? Is Master Qi going as well?"
When he mentioned the words "Master Qi," although he feigned indifference, there was a noticeable touch of concern in his eyes.
Huang Fuzhou gently shook his head and said, "Brother Qi stepped down seventy years ago, and is no longer one of the top ten disciples. Currently, he is in seclusion in the Mystic Water Zhen Palace, rarely making public appearances. He won't be attending this assembly."
Wu Han Cheng visibly relaxed, picked up the wine cup on the table, drank a sip, and insincerely said, "What a pity, what a pity."
During the last sword contest among the Sixteen Sects, the Mingcang Sect was in the midst of a fierce struggle for the sect leader's position, causing many disciples from the master-disciple line to either die in vain or self-destruct.
