In front of the sect gate, Xu Wuzhou stood with his hands behind his back, just standing there.

The wind blew through his long hair, making his locks dance wildly, giving him an unruly and domineering aura.

The head of Martial Peak stood guard by his side, and the surroundings were silent. In the vast Yun Cang Sect, no one dared to step forward.

This scene was too captivating, too aspirational.