Outside the Disciple Quarters, in a secluded mountain forest.
Ancient trees soared into the sky, their branches and leaves thick and lush.
Mo Hua stood beneath one of those ancient trees.
This towering old tree happened to be the very one he used to practice Divine Sense Sword.
Several hundred disciples had gathered together, surrounding Mo Hua.
At Cheng Mo's direction, they were the junior disciples of Void Gate whom Mo Hua had summoned.
These disciples were, of course, not all of them.
It was the final year of sect cultivation. Most disciples were busy, each with matters of their own to attend to.
Some cultivated behind closed doors, some went out Monster Hunting, some honed their Dao Methods, some continued taking bounty missions, while others immersed themselves in cultivation arts such as Array Techniques, Talismans, Alchemy, and Artifact Refining.
For a temporary summons, it was already quite good that Mo Hua had managed to gather so many disciples.
Moreover, the vast majority of them were disciples from the Void Mountain lineage, with only a small number from the Ta'a Mountain and Chongxu Mountain lineages.
The Void Mountain disciples shared the same sect and roots as Mo Hua. They had spent a long time together, built deep bonds, and trusted this "Senior Martial Brother" more.
As long as Mo Hua called out, most Void Gate disciples would immediately come running if they had the time.
The Ta'a and Chongxu lineages had only merged into Void Gate recently, and disciples from those two mountains were much more distant toward Mo Hua.
Of course, Mo Hua did not care.
For the moment, these disciples were enough.
In the small forest, several hundred disciples stood or sat, densely gathered in a circle, all silently watching Mo Hua.
"Senior Martial Brother, why did you