In the faction to the right, however, Wu Ming of Cold Crow Peak steepled his fingers under his chin, his dark nails gleaming faintly in the shadows. The others had their eyes half-closed, as if lost in thought, while at their head, Shen Wuya wore a smile but remained motionless.
Their apparent obliviousness stood in sharp contrast to the fervent response from the left.
"Since half of the Elders are in agreement, this matter is settled."
Bi Yuan's expression was placid. With a flick of his sleeve, he was the first to stride out of the hall.
"Follow me, everyone."
Cui Yu and the others followed without hesitation. After a moment of silence, Shen Wuya slowly trailed behind. Soon, the group had followed the Sect Leader to the edge of a sheer cliff.
Before them was a deep chasm that stretched for a thousand zhang, as if a god had split the whole of Qingwei Mountain in two with an axe.
