The moment Xu Yunfan stepped into the Council Hall, the dozen or so Cultivators on duty inside bowed in unison.
He glanced around the hall. These were the Cultivators stationed at Cold Crow Pass, and every one of them was staring at the new Guardian Envoy with a hint of nervousness.
The pale moonlight reflected off the bluestone floor, casting the crowd's elongated, distorted shadows onto the mottled walls.
The Qi Refining Stage disciple at the very front didn't even dare to look directly at the Foundation Establishment Daoist Master. His neck was bent so low it looked as if it might snap, and the back of his blue Daoist robe was already soaked through with cold sweat.
"All of you, rise."
Xu Yunfan made a slight gesture with his hand to lift them, his gaze sweeping over a young Cultivator trembling in the corner.
