A black cloud carried the members of the Demon Exorcism Hall into the distance, vanishing from sight a moment later.
The tense atmosphere that had hung over the crowd for so long finally eased.
"This..."
Kan Feichen began, offering an apologetic salute.
"Zhu..."
"Sect Leader!"
Before he could even decide how to address Zhu Ju, Jiang Qiu, the Hall Master of the Talisman Hall, had already fallen to his knees. With tears in his eyes and a voice thick with emotion, he cried out:
"Sect Leader Zhu, we have guarded the Sect for hundreds of years. At long last, we have awaited your arrival!"
"Hmm?"
"Ah!"
"..."
The Sword Sect disciples looked on in astonishment.
Zhu Ju wore a strange expression himself; the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. "Hall Master Jiang, what is the meaning of this?"
"Sect Leader." Jiang Qiu looked up, his expression grave.
