He was holding a wine gourd, taking a leisurely sip. With his thin lips slightly parted, he spoke in a voice that was not loud yet carried steadily to the ears of everyone present.
When the crowd looked up and saw who had arrived, their expressions changed drastically, and tension gripped them all.
At that moment, a rather elderly Golden Core Elder strode out from the crowd, raised his hands in a bow with his waist bent extremely low, and shouted loudly, "Greetings, Grand Uncle-Master!"
Chapter 18