In a grand hall in the Ancient Fragmentary Star Palace.

The vast, arched ceiling was dotted with stars that emanated brilliant starlight.

The moment Nie Tian and Fang Yuan walked into the grand hall, many laid their eyes on Nie Tian.

Several well-dressed Sons of the Stars, who had arrived before him, smiled at him and said, “Seventh martial brother.”

Nie Tian bowed slightly towards them and said in a soft voice, “Greetings, elders and senior martial brothers.”

Aside from Wei Lai, Yan Zhan, Zu Guangyao, Xin Qing, and Han Wanrong, there were three others in the hall who Nie Tian had never met before.

Vice sectmaster Luo Wanxiang hadn’t arrived yet, and neither had grand elder Mo Heng.

In the center of the spacious meeting hall stood the seats of the seven Son of the Stars, twelve elders, two vice sectmasters, and the sectmaster.

However, most of them were still empty at this moment.

Some of the seats had a crystal mirror that was as tall as a grown man on...