C1082 The People from the World Merchant Union

In the main hall of the Void Escaping Sect, the lights flickered intermittently, casting shadows that danced across the walls. At the head of the hall, an elderly man in a black robe sat with an imposing presence. He appeared to be in his sixties or seventies, his beard as white as snow, yet his eyes sparkled with a youthful energy that belied his years