A month later, at the Peak Selection Stage in the outer mountains of the Cang Xuan Sect.
The enormous plaza buzzed with voices. Tens of thousands of new disciples who had passed the mountain selection ceremony wore uniform green robes, their faces filled with excitement and apprehension as they stared intently at the seven stone platforms ahead, symbols of the inner mountains' main peaks.
On the stone platforms, the chief disciples of each peak stood proudly, their auras powerful as they became the focus of the entire crowd.
"Look! That's Senior Brother Ling Feng, chief of Sword Come Peak! They say his swordsmanship has already reached perfection!"
"The chief of Spirit Pattern Peak is Senior Sister Su Wan! She's so beautiful, and I heard her attainments in spirit patterns are extremely high!"
"The chief of Snow Lotus Peak, Senior Sister Lin Qingxue! Her temperament is so cold and aloof—she truly lives up to the title of Ice Mountain Beauty!"
"The chief of Hong Ya Peak, Senior Brother Shi Man! Just look at that physique—his strength must be incredible!"
"The chief of Thunder Prison Peak, Senior Brother Lei Zhen! Lightning flickers around him. What an imposing presence!"
"The chief of Cang Xuan Peak, Senior Brother Xuan Wuji! As expected of the chief of the main peak, he's unfathomable!"
The new disciples chatted excitedly, their gazes sweeping back and forth across the six stone platforms with longing in their eyes. However, when their attention fell upon the seventh platform, representing Sacred Source Peak, the discussions quieted considerably, and hesitation appeared in their eyes.
On Sacred Source Peak's platform stood not the legendary figure they had expected, but two veteran Purple Belt Disciples: Zhou Tai and Lü Yan.
"Sacred Source Peak... Why are Senior Brother Zhou Tai and Senior Sister Lü Yan here?