Celestial Secret Tower.
On usual days, cultivators thronged in groups of three or five around its eight pavilions, but today, not a single soul could be seen.
Northeast Pavilion, Celestial Secret Tower Master, Su Xingxing, was blowing his beard and glaring, while the seven Pavilion Masters in front of him wore unpleasant expressions.
For no other reason, from yesterday to today, apart from a few gatekeeping cultivators, none of the disciples have stepped out, claiming that a bloody calamity looms over their heads, and it's best to lie low for the time being.
"As disciples of Celestial Secret Tower, how can they be so superstitious? This is outrageously absurd."
One of the Elders couldn't help slamming the table and scolding, instantly drawing some sideways glances.
Do you even realize what you're saying?
Don't we understand what our job entails?
Though no one spoke, their eyes collectively relayed this message.
