Inside the Internal Affairs Hall, the discussions among the Elders quieted at the sound that echoed through the sect's main gate.
Sang Yanping's face was as placid as an old well, revealing little emotion. He simply said to those beside him, "Since they've come, we ought to meet them. Let's go and have a look."
With Sang Yanping in the lead and the other Elders following, they arrived outside the main gate.
Outside the gate, a huge crowd had already formed. At the end of a path cleared by the Wutai Sect disciples, three figures stood with extraordinary presence.
Sang Yanping's gaze first fell on the gray-robed old man. Forcing a smile, he cupped his fists and said, "So it is Elder Mo who graces us with his presence. Forgive me for not welcoming you sooner. Visitors from afar are honored guests. Why not come inside for a cup of tea?"
