The disciples gulped, exchanging nervous glances.
One of them stepped forward, his voice trembling slightly. "High Elder, we bring an urgent order from the Sect Patriarch."
Silence stretched for a long moment before a small slit opened in the door, revealing nothing but darkness within.
"Speak."
The disciple took a deep breath and delivered the message.
The air grew heavier with each passing second as High Elder Yannan processed the information.
Then, a low chuckle echoed from within the chamber.
"Lin Mu… how interesting."
The door slammed shut, and the aura faded as if it had never existed.
The disciples stood frozen in place, unsure of what would come next.
BOOM
The door opened with a bang, startling the disciples into stumbling back.
From the darkness emerged an old man dressed in black and dark green robes. His face was deeply wrinkled, and a single scar ran down his left eye, crossing over his crooked nose as if it had been broken multiple times.
