In about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Qiu Xuan led Wen Qingye to the majestic Central Hall, the most important place in Feiyun Dock. Standing at the entrance, Wen Qingye could hear a clamorous din from within.
Qiu Xuan rubbed his hands together and gave a dry laugh. "Young friend, please follow me inside."
Wen Qingye nodded and followed Qiu Xuan into the hall. He saw that it was filled with more than a dozen people, their cultivation ranging from the First to the Sixth Heaven of the Destruction Realm. It seemed these people formed the very backbone of the Feiyun Dock sect.
The group seemed to be arguing about something, so engrossed that they didn't even notice two new people had entered the hall.
At their head sat a middle-aged man with the highest cultivation. His face was grim and his brows were knitted tightly together. Occupying the central seat, he remained silent.
