Sect Leader Tian Yuheng was reviewing a series of reports in his grand study, his calm eyes scanning through the pages with the patience of a seasoned cultivator.
"These people… can't they give me a break?"
Most of the reports concerned the activities of his opponents, especially Elder Han, whom he needed to watch out for.
Sunlight filtered through the crystalline windows, bathing the room in a gentle golden hue.
Everything was peaceful—until it wasn't.
A faint ripple of spiritual Qi swept through the Heaven Sword Sect.
It was subtle at first, like a whisper of wind. But within seconds, it grew—a surge of spiritual Qi so intense that even Tian Yuheng couldn't ignore it.
His head snapped up, his sharp eyes narrowing.
"What is this…?"
He rose from his seat, pushing the reports aside, and strode towards the large, open balcony of his study.
His gaze swept across the distant horizon, where an ethereal pillar of light had pierced the sky.
