Wu Family Manor, a certain underground chamber.
Second Master Wu Yuanzong, having entered the chamber, reported to an elder seated cross-legged at the center of the room on a meditation cushion.
"Father, the guests have already begun to arrive in succession!"
The father of Wu Yuanzong was naturally the former Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, Wu Shentong.
However, unlike the image of a reclusive expert, Wu Shentong had a full head of lustrous black hair, which even under the candlelight of the chamber, shone with a sleek gloss.
Although his face bore the marks of time, his overall appearance still exuded an aura of vitality and vigor.
"Hmm, I see."
Upon hearing his son's report, Wu Shentong simply gestured with his hand, an expression of ennui on his face.
Nonsense.
It was the same every year, a routine that had continued for thirty years, and he was well accustomed to it.