The seating area for the major sects was just a stone's throw away from the Golden Dragon Palace.

Few could pass through this path, whether they were nobles, scoundrels in fine clothing, or powerful figures in the martial world, all would greet respectfully.

The person they greeted was an old woman with silver hair, her attire clearly not of this world, and her eyes glimmered with a faint golden hue, exuding an aura as if she didn't belong to this world.

"Achoo!"