Page (1/3)

Zhang Yu nodded and continued walking up behind her.

The two of them walked up the long steps.

The inner disciples on both sides bowed and gave way, and no one said another word.

If they looked at Zhang Yu with curiosity and suspicion just now, now there is only awe in their eyes.

Breaking through the senior brother's triple protective shield with one sword - not everyone can achieve this strength, let alone among the inner disciples, even among the deacons and elders.

Passing through the last stone steps, an extremely magnificent hall appeared in front.

The main hall is located at the highest point of the mountain, with cliffs on three sides. There is only one stone step leading to the square in front of the hall.

There are five floors in the palace, each floor is taller than the previous one, with cornices and carved beams. Nine strings of golden bells hang on the top eaves, which emit a long and clear sound when the mountain breeze blows by.

There is a huge plaque hanging directly above the palace door, with three large characters - Tianfu Palace - carved on it in powerful ancient seals.

Barrage was amazed again.

[Fu Zong is so impressive today!The mountain gate was already spectacular enough before, but this main hall is even more exaggerated!】

[The sounds of those golden bells are so nice, I feel peaceful even through the screen!】

[I feel like a country bumpkin who comes to the city, everything I see is new!】

Zhang Yu didn't care about the barrage's exclamation.

He followed Ning Shuangxu into the Tianfu Palace.

The space in the temple was wider than he imagined.

There is a long dark red carpet spread in the center of the hall. On both sides of the long carpet stand several middle-aged monks wearing dark blue deacon costumes.

At the innermost end of the hall, there are seven rosewood chairs.The chair in the center is slightly taller than the other six, and the back of the chair is engraved with the Tianfu Sect's sect totem - a talisman pattern composed of countless small runes.

At this moment, there are seven people sitting on those seven chairs.

In the center is an old man.

He looks to be in his early sixties, wearing a purple-gold robe of the sect master. His hair is gray, but he is in good spirits.

A pair of eyes sunken deep into the eye sockets, the pupils of which are a rare dark brown, seeming to be able to see through people when looking at them.

There were three elders sitting on each side of him, both men and women, ranging in age from forty to seventy years old.

The spiritual power fluctuations emanating from everyone are extremely strong, at least they are at the Golden Core stage.

The first person sitting on the left side of the sect master was a white-haired old man with a thin face, high cheekbones, and small eyes, but shining with a cold and stern light.

The spiritual power fluctuations in his body are second only to the sect leader among the seven.

This is the great elder of Tianfu Sect—also Han Yi’s master.

Page (1/3)