Although Dragon Mountain Daoist had yet to emerge from seclusion, preparations for the Celestial Being Ceremony were already in full swing.
After breaking through to the Gang Yuan Realm, Luo Wentian once again threw himself into the sect's affairs, large and small.
The True Martial Sect was exceptionally lively now.
Many pavilions needed refurbishing, while some simply had to be torn down and rebuilt. This required skilled craftsmen and martial artists alike. True Martial Mountain was perilous and steep; transporting certain materials up alone took no small effort. Fortunately, the True Martial Sect had many disciples, so there was no need to worry about that.
The commotion was considerable. Even Ning Qi, in the secluded reaches of the Seeking Dao Institute, could occasionally hear it.
From afar, he sometimes watched the changes and sighed faintly. He had been on True Martial Mountain for nearly eight years, and this was the first renovation on such a grand scale. It gave him a feeling both familiar and strange.
Still, it was a good thing.
Luo Wentian had also told him that the little town in the distance at the foot of True Martial Mountain was constantly expanding, showing every sign of becoming a great city. After all, the appeal of a Heaven-Human Realm expert was entirely different from that of a Gang Yuan Realm expert.
These times were growing ever more turbulent. Having a Heaven-Human Realm expert nearby would, at the very least, make evildoers think twice.
Many people came after hearing the sect's name, and even wealthy merchants and local magnates were moving their entire families here.
Many were asking how they could join the True Martial Sect. This made the disciples who had joined earlier immensely proud and filled them with an even deeper sense of belonging toward the Sect.