The Fourth Realm Slot!

The Six Hearts Sect had gone through a brief bout of chaos over the past five days, but peace had returned both inside and out. After all, with a Fourth Realm cultivator holding the fort, no matter how chaotic things became, this sect with a thousand-year legacy would not truly be destroyed.

Early this morning, the area before the Six Hearts Sect's sect gate was already packed with Inner Sect disciples. Among them stood a Third Realm Gold cultivator, clearly waiting to welcome someone.

End of the Chen hour.

The chill of the winter night gradually faded. As morning clouds spread across the horizon in a rosy glow, a golden token suddenly appeared at the far end of the southern sky, projected beneath the Clouds.

Seeing this, the Third Realm Gold cultivator at the head of the group instinctively straightened the collar of his Daoist robe. Then he led the disciples out through the sect gate, watching the rapidly approaching projection from afar with a gentle smile.

The visitor was naturally Wang Ping. He had actually used a Transfer Talisman to arrive directly within Jinhuai Prefecture, but since he was paying a visit to a predecessor, he could hardly transfer straight to someone's doorstep.

Looking at the familiar main gate of the Six Hearts Sect, Wang Ping was filled with complicated emotions. He could not help recalling the first time he had come here. Back then, the Six Hearts Sect had been a colossal existence to him. Yet as time had passed, the once-glorious Six Hearts Sect was already showing signs of decline.

As his thoughts swirled, his body flipped twice in succession within the Wood Spirit Qi. Then, carrying Yulian, he dove downward at an impossible-to-track speed, stopping steadily a hundred zhang from the Six Hearts Sect's sect gate.