Vast Sea Sect, Grand Conference Hall.
The hall was vast and deep, its soaring dome supported by several colossal pillars carved with coiling dragons. Sunlight streamed through ornate latticed windows, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow on the floor.
Wisps of fragrant smoke curled up from a bronze censer, shrouding the entire hall in a faint, ethereal mist.
Sect Leader Yang Song sat upon the Cloud Bed at the head of the hall. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his knuckles tapped lightly against the armrest, creating a series of dull thuds.
He had actually received a report yesterday about the news of an inheritance suddenly appearing in Ning'an Prefecture.
He just hadn't paid it much mind at the time.
For one, the Vast Sea Sect had been established for a thousand years and had no shortage of Golden Core inheritances.
For another, he had a faint feeling that something about the matter was strange.
