In the Ancestral Master Hall, where Xuan Qing was usually the sole occupant, the room was now full to the brim, with the six Sect Masters gazing complexly at the large stone sculpture, while the Treasure Flower Sect Master exchanged quiet conversations with Xuan Qing.
Upon seeing Shen Yi enter, Xuan Qing quickly got up and greeted him with a reverence but found his voice somewhat hoarse when he opened his mouth to speak.
With a gentle support of his arm, the Treasure Flower Sect Master sent a look of gratitude toward Shen Yi.
"Huff."
Xuan Qing gritted his teeth and let out a breath, forcibly suppressing the lump in his throat.
Apart from his master, he had few confidants.
This led to Xuan Qing's shock, still reverberating within him long after he learned that Sect Master Shen had truly taken those words to heart and had indeed taken a significant step; he had been unable to regain his composure for a long time.