Right at this moment, a disciple of the Feather God Sect hurried past. Elder He's eyes lit up. He immediately took a stride forward to block the way, his tone urgent yet respectful: "Young friend, please stay! This old man is truly perplexed. Why is the Feather God Sect so busy today, and why hasn't Daoist Lingxuzi deigned to see us yet?" Elder He's gaze was burning, the confusion in his eyes seeming to take physical form.
The disciple was startled at first, instantly sensing Elder He's extraordinary aura. Not daring to be the least bit negligent, he immediately bowed respectfully: "Old sir, it's not that the Sect Master is unwilling to see you. It's just that our Feather God Sect is currently facing a catastrophe of annihilation."
"Oh?" Elder He's heart tightened violently, as if an invisible hand had ruthlessly clenched his heart. His expression grew increasingly grave, and he eagerly pressed: "Young friend, what on earth is going on? I beg you to tell me in detail." The others in the room were already burning with anxiety from the long wait. Hearing these words now, as if pulled by invisible threads, they pricked up their ears in unison. Their eyes were filled with tension and curiosity, like a pack of hungry wolves staring at their prey.
Chapter 81