At this moment, on Jin'ao Island in the East Sea, Biyou Palace was filled with swirling spiritual breezes. The wind seemed to carry the mysterious essence of the East Sea, brushing gently against the exotic flora and causing the leaves to rustle. The trembling of every leaf and the swaying of every petal seemed to perform a mysterious symphony, lending an ethereal quality to this place of cultivation. Master Tongtian sat within the spacious and magnificent palace, where the surrounding walls were embedded with precious gems that emitted a soft, luminous glow. He was expounding on the ways of cultivation to his disciples; his voice was resonant and powerful, echoing through the palace like a great bell. Every word seemed to contain endless mysteries of the Dao, drawing his disciples into rapt attention.
Suddenly, a disciple rushed in, his hurried footsteps raising a gust of wind that made the palace candles flicker. He looked flustered and anxious, his movements chaotic and improper as he performed a hasty salute: "Master, a grave matter!" His voice trembled, shattering the tranquility of the palace.
Master Tongtian frowned, his brows knitting into the shape of a "chuan" character. He stopped his lecture and asked with displeasure, "What is the reason for such panic? Where are your manners?" His voice carried a sense of majesty, expressing his dissatisfaction with the disciple’s lack of composure. His gaze seemed to pierce the disciple’s heart, causing the man to shudder.
Chapter 194