On the vast courtyard, two sets of people stood opposite each other. The atmosphere was tense and hostile.

Tang Muxin stood at the forefront of the crowd, her face icy cold, her eyes fixed on the opposite side. In front of the numerous disciples from the Sacred Palace, there were two figures standing with their hands clasped behind their backs.

The one of the left was clothed in white. He had a long and slender body and radiated an aura of elegance. His lips were thin, and when he smiled, he exuded sharpness. 

He was the leader of the ten chief disciples from the Sacred Palace—the Heavenly Sacred Hall chief disciple Huo Tian.   

And beside Huo Tian, there was a tall and burly man. He was clad in black and had a stern look on his face. His eyes flickered with a fierce glint, making him look like a terrifying ape. 

He was ranked second among the ten Sacred Palace chief disciples and was the chief disciple of...