Chapter 877 Ancient Secret Technique

• Inside Pantheon Hall's vast council chamber, the bell's final peal still trembled in the rafters as elders and Protectors poured in, robes swirling like converging tides.
• They halted in unison, shock rippling across every face. The Hall Master—long aloof from daily governance—had materialized upon the high dais.
• In ordinary times, the deputy guild leader handled all affairs, yet tonight destiny itself had shifted.