Black Mountain Master's voice fell in the vast, empty Taixu Hall.
Qi Yun had already walked to the center of the hall, stopping about ten zhang from the main dais.
He did not bow. He simply raised his head slightly, his calm gaze meeting Black Mountain Master's eyes, which were as deep and bottomless as a Cold Abyss.
"I appreciate the Vice Sect Leader's concern."
Qi Yun spoke, his voice as clear as the striking of jade. In this stagnant space, enveloped by Black Mountain Master's oppressive presence, it sounded exceptionally distinct.
"I entered the hall without announcement. I hope the Vice Sect Leader will forgive me."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over his sect brothers on either side. Their expressions varied—some were shocked, some joyful, some worried. His eyes lingered for a moment on Qian Xin, Chi Yang, Qing Li, and Ming Yu.
Then, he looked back at Black Mountain Master, his tone still even, but every word was sharp and clear.
