Within Anhu Province of Sinovera, at Red Lake Mist Sect.
Outside the mountain gate.
Andrew Han, dressed in a flowing green robe, stood on the winding mountain path with his hands behind his back. His eyes, clear and sharp, radiated a presence as thunderous and luminous as lightning.
"Who is he?"
"Green... what Sect?"
The two Martial Artist Realm disciples at the main gate were so terrified their courage nearly shattered; they collapsed to the ground, minds blank, faces pale as they stared at the elegant figure clad in green.
They could not imagine it.
Who?
Who would dare such outrageous boldness, openly challenging Red Lake Mist Sect?
At the same moment—
His stomp upon the ground sent powerful ripples surging outward, spreading endlessly and shaking the earth. His long, ringing declaration carried the majesty of an eagle soaring through the skies, resounding throughout Red Lake Mist Sect!
Today was New Year's Day.
As a major Martial Arts Sect, Red Lake Mist Sect had already gathered all its disciples, followers, and elders, including the vice sect masters who usually resided elsewhere.
Everyone was gathered together in the grand hall.
The vast main hall of the sect could accommodate more than two thousand people. What should have been a lively, bustling atmosphere was now frozen in an eerie silence, as if chilled by a biting wind.
Crack! Crack!
The powerful tremor spread over a thousand meters, causing the ornate plates on every ancient round table to shake and clatter.
Crash! Clatter!
Some plates placed near the table edges tumbled down, most caught in time to avoid breaking. Yet a few members of the sect, so shaken by the resounding proclamation, trembled in their hearts and forgot to catch the falling utensils.
In an instant, the hall was left in chaos!