Duan Xingliu was about to to explain when he suddenly stopped. He looked outside with annoyance and snorted coldly, "Humph, keep calm and don't be hasty. Let's wait for Duan Wuliang to arrive and talk about it all at once. Otherwise, we'll have to go over it again later, which would be troublesome!"
Duan Jian stood outside the grand hall with an expressionless face, as if he hadn't heard the Sect Leader speak at all. In a short while, a figure appeared in the distant sky, arriving swiftly by Sword Flight.
"Humph, Sect Leader, the Imperial Sword Sect is not a place where you can have the final word alone. If you want to take someone from Immeasurable Peak, even if I agree, the spirits of the thirty-eight peak masters of Immeasurable Peak in heaven would not consent!" An elderly man with white hair and beard arrived at the sacrificial ceremony, stepping toward the grand hall while calling out with a voice as resonant as a bell.