The night was as black as ink, shrouding the Xuanzhen Sect's Main Peak.
Inside the rear hall of the Main Peak's grand palace, candlelight blazed brightly, the flickering flames stretching the shadows of those within.
At the head of the hall, a wide Agarwood Grandmaster's Chair was placed, upon which sat Cao Zhen, the Sect Leader of Xuanzhen Sect, leaning back against it.
He looked to be no more than an elegant, middle-aged man in his fifties. His features were handsome, and he wore a moon-white long robe with faint Profound Cloud Patterns embroidered on the cuffs. His aura was calm and peaceful.
But a closer look would reveal a startlingly majestic presence in the brief moments he raised his eyes—an air cultivated only through years of holding a high position, combined with profound Cultivation.
In the guest seat beside him sat an old man with a full head of white hair and a matching beard. This was none other than the Xuanzhen Sect's Chief Elder, Ouyang Jingxuan.
