「Two days later, in the afternoon.」
The towering mountain gate of the Qingxuan Sect finally came into view.
Fang Han slowed his pace, climbing the familiar green stone steps one by one.
The early summer mountain breeze brushed against his cheeks, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, dispelling the fatigue from days of travel.
The path was lined with ancient, flourishing trees. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in their branches, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
The occasional chirp of a bird from the woods only accentuated the mountain's tranquility.
Disciples he met along the way all stopped to bow upon seeing him.
But unlike before, today their eyes held more than just awe. There was an indescribable light—the pride of sharing in his glory.
"Senior Brother Fang, congratulations on reaching the top of the Celestial Pride List!"
A young disciple mustered his courage, cupping his fists toward Fang Han. His voice trembled slightly with excitement.
