The sun blazed in a cloudless sky.
At the Primordial Sect, atop the Seven-Layered Mountain.
"So many people?"
Chen Che couldn't help but feel a flicker of surprise as he stepped onto the final stair. Inside the grand hall, all twenty-three of the Primordial Sect's registered Golden Core higher-ups were present. Tang Linli, who had escorted him, had already withdrawn back on the fifth layer, leaving him to face them alone.
Anyone else would have likely been so intimidated by the scene they wouldn't know what to do.
They had arranged this to display their authority, a clear message of the Sect's power. 'From now on, when you see us, you will bow your head and obey.' Of course, not just anyone was worthy of receiving such a show of force.
But Chen Che had faced far more imposing situations before.
This was a minor affair by comparison. He stood firm, neither servile nor overbearing, and offered a slight bow.
"Greetings, Ancestor."
"Greetings, Elders and Chiefs."
