As time passed, the pavilion continued to be filled. At this point, it was close to being at its full capacity. But even then the fourth floor was still empty, making people wonder who the entire fourth floor was reserved for.
But these people wondering didn’t have to do so for long.
At one of the entrances, a large commotion was heard causing everyone's attention to be drawn there. Soon everyone saw what had caused it, numerous disciples in crimson red robes could be seen entering the pavilion.
The snow on their clothes was rising into the air in the form of vapor.
At the front of this group was a handsome young man that was no more than eighteen or nineteen. He held his hands behind his back as he casually swept his gaze across the now-silent pavilion.
Something about this young man’s aura and his gaze made everyone feel intimidated.