Three days later.
Orchid Valley.
As the grand bell's sonorous tolls spread throughout the entire sect, figures shot up from the ground one after another and converged toward the valley's central square.
Seeing the direction in which the densely packed figures were gathering, the disciples guarding the gate wore envious expressions.
"It's still better to be them. They get to attend Senior Sister Jian's succession ceremony."
"Those of us guarding the gate don't even have the qualifications to go and take a look."
A yellow-robed disciple shook his head and spoke.
"Stop complaining. With our aptitude, being able to stay in the valley and guard the gate is already quite good."
"Things have been horribly turbulent outside lately. Haven't you noticed how disciples returning from missions come back injured every few days?"
"Not to mention Senior Sister Zhou, who fell a while ago. She was the heir the sect had previously taken a fancy to."
"Even someone like that died without anyone knowing how or why."
"If nothing had happened to her, it wouldn't have been this Senior Sister Jian taking over as heir."
Another, relatively older disciple suddenly spoke.
"That is true."
"Although guarding the gate is dull, it is also difficult for us to encounter any danger."
The others deeply agreed.
Figures gathered in the square. Aside from the disciples carrying out missions outside, every disciple remaining in the valley had assembled there.
Looking out, the crowd was packed densely, numbering at least several hundred or even over a thousand.
Looking at this magnificent spectacle, a beautiful woman's eyes gleamed, and a smug expression appeared on her face.
"The ceremony is about to begin."
"Are you very happy?"
A voice suddenly came from beside her ear.
The woman instinctively looked over and saw a jade-robed woman approaching