35 AFK Farming
Heavenly Palace Hall
The towering pillars of the grand hall seemed to tremor with each thunderous footfall as Elder Zhang Wei made his approach. He knelt before the imposing throne, head bowed so low his brow nearly brushed the gleaming marble.
Upon that ceremonial seat materialized a figure swathed in regal robesthe unmistakable presence of the sect's Patriarch. Zhang Wei's shoulders tightened as the Patriarch's fingers closed around the delicate wineglass cradled in his palm, the crystal shattering with a brittle crunch.