Chapter 3: Divine Ice Sect.
The entire Phoenix Soul Pavilion seemed to hold its breath.
Not a leaf rustled. Not a flute dared chirp. Even the koi in the pond had stopped swimming, as if they too were bracing for the arrival of the uninvited titans.
Servants stood frozen mid-step. Cultivators exchanged quick, silent glances. Tension clung to the air like thick incense.
And in the middle of it all stood Fang Yuan, perfectly composed on the outside.
On the inside?
Complete and utter chaos.
What do they want? Why are they here?
In an attempt to do something other than stand like a confused statue, Fang Yuan cleared his throat and looked toward the calmest elder in the room or so he thought.
"Elder He," he said with a respectful bow, "You’re the oldest among us. Do you perhaps have any insight as to why the Divine Ice Sect might grace us with their presence today?"
A sharp breath was drawn somewhere in the crowd.
Oh no.