Wu Quan's Regret at the Dharma Assembly

Thousand Wood Temple's Mountain Top Dojo.

In the expanded pond beside the water well, Yuanyuan and Yulian were fighting over the fish and shrimp. Water splashed everywhere around the pond. Yuanyuan was clearly no match for Yulian; before long, she gave up resisting and clung to Yulian, acting coquettishly.

Wang Ping wore a loose, casual short robe, utterly unafraid of the cold wind that came with winter. He lounged against the tea table before the Old Huai Tree, looking at the Light Screen Panel before him. Over the past five years, he had deduced the course of events on the Central Continent countless times, even predicting the new emperor in advance, yet it had not increased his progress by even a fraction.

This time, predicting Xuan Ling's advancement had increased the progress bar by one point, bringing it to (17/100). Wang Ping looked forward to seeing how much fusion progress Wu Fu's planned advancement would bring, as well as Daoist Zhi Gong's advancement ritual, which was enough to change the Central Province's entire landscape, and the inevitable future split of the Yuqing Sect.

A sound of footsteps approached from afar. It was Guan Qi, a reception Disciple. Standing ten yards away, he held several dozen cards in his hands and respectfully said, "Ancestor, these are the calling cards submitted today. They were all presented by the headmasters of Daoist temples from various places."

Today was the third day of the twelfth lunar month. It was the day Thousand Wood Temple held a celebratory dharma assembly for Xuan Ling after his advancement to the Third Realm. Headmasters from many Daoist temples across the Central Province had personally come to participate. By custom, they had each submitted a calling card to Wang Ping, hoping for an audience with him.

Wang Ping casually