In the blink of an eye, the eve of the Wutai Sect's grand celebration was approaching.
Disciples from all institutes practiced diligently, sparring and testing their skills against one another.
On the Cyan Wood Institute's Transmission Square, the figures of the disciples were much more numerous than usual, and the atmosphere had grown tense.
As Chen Qing returned from the Langya Pavilion, a disciple approached him. "Chief Disciple, Master Li requests your presence."
"Alright, I understand."
Chen Qing felt a slight stir.
This was the first time Li Baichuan had actively summoned him since his appointment as Chief Disciple.
He passed through the moon gate into the rear courtyard.
The rear courtyard was like another world.
Inside, the light was soft, and the refreshing scent of sandalwood smoke curled through the air.
