Yang Jing reached the summit of Lingxi Peak, and Lingxi Square opened up before his eyes.
The square's layout was orderly and solemn. Directly ahead stood a grand hall: Lingxi Hall, where the Lingxi Peak Master lived and handled the peak's affairs.
The hall's vermilion pillars towered majestically, its blue-gray bricks and dark roof tiles covered with a thin layer of snow, lending it an air of steady authority.
Its main doors stood open, facing the center of the square with a clear, unobstructed view.
Lingxi Square was already packed with people. Heads crowded together, yet there was no disorder.
Outer-Door Disciples in azure robes filled the middle and rear sections, speaking quietly among themselves, their faces brimming with anticipation.
The Inner-Door Disciples in white robes stood farther apart, mostly near the front, their postures straight and their auras steady.
Several blue-robed stewards were scattered along either side of the square, their expressions solemn as their calm gazes swept over the disciples.
At the very front sat several elderly figures in gray robes. Though aged, they exuded unfathomable authority. These were elders of Lingxi Peak, rarely seen on ordinary days.
By the sect's customary practice, each lecture began with the Peak Master or an elder imparting insights into the Martial Path and the true principles of cultivation, occasionally answering the disciples' questions as well.
Once the Peak Master or elder finished, the stewards would split up and give detailed explanations tailored to disciples of different cultivation levels, meeting the needs of both inner and Outer-Door Disciples.
For that reason, the disciples had gathered early and waited in an orderly fashion for the Peak Master or an elder to appear. None dared make a commotion; only occasional hushed conversations could be heard.
Yang Jing quickly scanned the square. Rather than deliberately