From within the black crystal coffin, a faint ripple spread out. In the next instant, a white-haired youth stepped forth as though he had merely taken a leisurely stroll. His appearance was that of a man in his twenties, features ordinary, even somewhat delicate. Yet the snowy hair upon his head, coupled with the faint trace of frost that clung to his robes, gave him a presence that did not belong to the living.
His eyes opened slowly. The first glance swept through the hall, then turned toward the raging commotion outside. A sneer tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Only six early-stage Nascent Souls… and one at mid-stage?" His tone was indifferent, as though discussing stray dogs in the street.
He turned his head slightly toward Ji Qing. "Where is the current sect master? Was he not supposed to have reached late Nascent Soul by now?"
Ji Qing's lips trembled. She kowtowed deeply before answering in a faint voice. "R–Reporting to Ancestor, Sect Master is currently away."
