Kapitel 448: The Swordsman

While the greetings happened, Xue Bing quietly moved to the side of her Master, Qiu Yilao and from that position turned her cold, seemingly emotionless gaze to Wu Long, the thoughts swirling in those turquoise-colored eyes unreadable even to her Sect Master. 

Meanwhile, although Grand Elder Fu of the Cloud Piercing Sect has been avoiding Wu Long's gaze, in truth he had no reason to cower, because the latter's attention was entirely not on him when it did shift from the delegation of the Profound Music Palace to the one he led.

There was a man looking to be in his thirties standing among the group of disciples behind the pale Grand Elder, whose eyes were covered by a cloth strip, two seemingly old scars peeking from beneath it. And though it was obvious the man was blind, his face was turned to look at Wu Long the entire time since the moment he appeared in the hall.