October 20th.
Today was the day of the gathering arranged by Guangxuan. Yesterday, Guangxuan had specifically sent Lin Chen to inform Wang Ping that the gathering would proceed as scheduled.
The morning was cold. The chill was mainly from the first frost, accompanied by a light, drizzling rain. As usual, Wang Ping woke up before the locust tree. The integration progress of the Heaven-Reaching Talisman hadn't changed.
He gazed at the still-dark sky and summoned the Pocket World Mirror. Using its reflective surface, he teleported instantly to just below the clouds. He looked out over the mountains of Qianmu Temple, at the layers of fog and spiritual energy, and his silent, heavy mood immediately began to lift.
"You've grown accustomed to the changes in your state of mind brought on by the Heaven-Reaching Talisman."
