In front of the Ancestral Hall, the air fell deathly still.
The few words spoken by the youth carrying the Sword Plaque and a greatbow on his back revealed a staggering amount of information.
It took everyone present a long moment to process it all.
In his peripheral vision, Ji Xiu saw a middle-aged swordsman in a blue robe, a giant carrying a Copper Gold Earth Fire Hammer on his back, an elegant elder with purple Qi roiling around him and a divine light in his eyes, and a Boxer wearing a pair of Iron Spike Gloves, his own eyes sharp and brilliant.
At a rough glance,
there were at least six Grandmasters in the crowd, each one radiating a more oppressive and intimidating aura than Gu Qix back at the ferry docks.
'This is quite the lineup...'
Ji Xiu thought to himself.
But his footsteps did not stop; he only tightened his grip on the Sword Plaque in his hand.
