East Saint's residence.
At the very top, a huge palace.
One could vaguely see the splendid golden splendor and grandeur of the palace in bygone eras.
However, now, only futons were laid out.
Simple and unadorned.
At the top, Sect Hierarch Ning Daohuan, Tianmen Cult's leader, was sitting cross-legged on a futon, reviving his spirits with closed eyes.
Several people were also sitting on the futons placed closest to him.
Soon, one person after another entered from the outside of the main hall.
Some were reticent, some were flamboyant, some were cold and solemn, some were lewd, some were proud, some were full of righteous indignation...
Lu Yuansheng was also among them, seated at the back.
These people one after another took their seats.
It was only after filling all the futons in the main hall that Ning Daohuan finally opened his eyes.
His eyes were filled with brilliance.
For a moment, everyone felt as if the hall had darkened for an instant.