In the main hall of the Serene Mist Sect, the atmosphere was charged with a tranquil seriousness, almost palpable. The soft rays of the morning sun penetrated through the high windows, illuminating the spacious area with a golden light that danced upon the polished marble floors. Ancient tapestries adorned the walls, depicting stories of legendary heroes and epic battles, reminding everyone of the legacy they carried.
Seated in a central position, on a chair carved from dark wood and adorned with gold details, was Long Hall, the founder of the sect. His presence exuded authority and wisdom accumulated over centuries. His silver beard descended to his chest, and his eyes, deep as ancient lakes, observed the two women before him attentively. To his right, the sect master, Xue Yunzhi, maintained an upright and vigilant posture. Although he tried to hide it, his expression betrayed slight uneasiness, especially when he looked at Mei Lianhua.