"The rules are simple."
The voice came from above. Everyone looked up to see a figure in deep indigo striding down the white-jade staircase. At first, he was only a blurry speck in the distance. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the final steps and reached the foot of the staircase, his features becoming clear.
He was a middle-aged cultivator, dressed in the same Falling Cloud Sect robes as the other elders. The only difference was the emblem embroidered over his chest: a regular hexagon with a dark-gold star at its center.
The mountain wind swept up the hem of his robe, while the Falling Cloud Sect's green-jade Elder Token hanging from his waist flashed with a cold gleam.
Qi Tian's eyes narrowed slightly—it was the mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator he had encountered earlier this morning outside Yuelai Inn.
But the man showed no sign of recognizing him. Apparently, he hadn't noticed him when they passed each other earlier in the morning.
