Rebirth
The Sword Discussion Assembly was just around the corner, and the atmosphere in the Void Gate suddenly grew tense.
From top to bottom, a taut string seemed to stretch through everyone's heart.
Elder Xun had not shown himself in a long time either.
Now every formation class, from lesson preparation to teaching to correcting assignments, was handled entirely by Mo Hua alone.
Elder Xun had become a hands-off shopkeeper, sitting quietly in the Elder Residence, devoting himself heart and soul, day and night, to deriving something.
Even the Void Gate Sect Master was no longer so at ease.
When Mo Hua went to feed Big White Dog, he occasionally saw the Sect Master a few times and found that his expression looked somewhat haggard, and his thick head of black hair had finally begun to fall out.
Besides that, the elders Mo Hua saw were all hurrying to and fro with grave expressions, each busy with their own duties as they prepared the various matters for the Sword Discussion Assembly.
And the most nervous were still the disciples of the Void Gate.
Because they were the ones taking part in the sword discussion.
The sect's honor, the clan's interests, and their personal futures were all tied to this great competition.
In everyone's heart, it was as if a stone hung suspended, leaving them uneasy and restless, and also as if a stone pressed down on them, making it hard to breathe.
Amid tense cultivation and spell duels, the disciples' expressions became increasingly solemn and grave.
Even during meals, they hardly spoke much.
At noon, in the Disciple Quarters.
Mo Hua gnawed on a chicken drumstick, looked left, then right, and found that the Dining Hall, which had once been bustling and lively, full of talk and laughter, seemed to