Chapter 29: Invitation of an elder
Wang Ming sat quietly in his room, legs crossed, a faint spiritual stone resting in his palm. Threads of spiritual energy flowed from it into his body, gradually being absorbed with practiced precision.
Suddenly, the air around him trembled.
A strange phenomenon unfolded as a sword—ancient and unfamiliar manifested out of thin air. Without a sound, it floated into the room and came to a halt directly in front of him, its cold aura silently pressing down on the space around them.
Opening his eyes, Wang Ming calmly examined the blade before him. It hovered motionless, as though observing him. But rather than panicking or reacting rashly, Wang Ming simply rose to his feet and clasped his hands in a respectful bow.
"I don't know which elder has granted this junior the honor of meeting him so early in the morning?" he said courteously.
A burst of laughter echoed through the room, hearty and confident. A flash of blinding light followed, forcing Wang Ming to squint for a moment. When his vision cleared, a middle-aged man stood before him dressed in regal robes, eyes gleaming with a subtle power.
Wang Ming's thoughts stirred.
Seventh Elder? Why is he here? I don't recall offending him... What could he want from me now?
His expression remained composed, but his mind raced to decipher the reason behind this unexpected visit.