As the drums became increasingly louder, everyone’s expressions became grave while watching Mu Xuankong. Their expressions were solemn, and there was even a hint of sorrow. Lin Yun could tell that the sect master was cheering for everyone and reminiscing about the Golden Generation who died two decades ago. All his emotions were accumulated in his heart, and he wanted to vent it all out.

Half an hour later, the drums stopped and Mu Xuankong was hovering in the air, looking at ...