Skycloud Hall of the Divine Feathers Sect
An elder with ashened hair quietly sat there. He had a thin figure, filled with a sage-like appearance. Around him revolved five coloured lights as he emitted a gentle energy like the morning dawn.
“Master,” Venerable Redsoul slightly bowed his body towards the elder.
That elder was Venerable Redsoul’s Master and one of the five major figures of the Divine Feathers Sect, Hierarch Skycloud. What was different about Hierarch Skycloud was that he rarely participated in the Divine Feathers Sect’s internal struggles, and had always maintained a neutral position. He was only loyal to the Sect Master and would always support whoever obtained that seat. Hierarch Skycloud himself didn’t possess any forces; he only had thirty-six disciples. Even so, no one dared to underestimate him.
Hierarch Skycloud opened his eyes, looked at Venerable Redsoul, and asked, “Disciple, why have you come looking for me?”
Venerable Redsoul bitterly smiled. “Nothing of importance. Recently, among the new students, there were several with fairly good talent. One of them possesses an 8-grade Heaven Spiritual Root and has such an extraordinary talent that even I couldn’t tell what his cultivation technique is.”
“Oh?” That aroused Hierarch Skycloud’s interest by a bit.