"Song Clan Patriarch!" Yan Xiaobao's heart was filled with tremors. He immediately lowered his head. The old man seemed entirely unfathomable, as if a mere hint of divine will from him could provoke endless torment.
The other cultivators in the area were also startled and respectfully clasped their hands. "Greetings, Patriarch!"
"I know everyone has gathered," the Song Clan Patriarch said. "Very well. It's time for the Spiritual Flow Sect!" As his voice called from the clouds, he glanced down at the group. This simple gaze made everyone feel as if winter was raging within them, as a biting cold seeped into the depths of their spirits.
Bai Xiaochun was somewhat shocked. Including this old man, he had now seen two patriarchs of the Blood Flow Sect, the first patriarch being the Infinite Clan Leader. Among the two of them, Yan Xiaobao thought that the Patriarch of Infinity wasn't as terrifying as the Song Clan Patriarch.
