Dao Yuan Sect.

The outside world was in an uproar, but it hadn't affected this place. The disciples didn't have much time to watch the show, either.

At Dao Yuan Sect, the grind never stopped. If they didn't treasure every moment they had to cultivate, they'd soon be left in the dust.

Since everyone had cultivated the Unseen Breath Concealment Technique, they couldn't see one another's true cultivation levels. It left them all with the sense that they were about to be overtaken.

So they had to cultivate like mad, lest they discover one day, when they got into a fight, that they couldn't beat their opponent and got their asses kicked.

On Dao Origin Peak, Hua Yunfei was drinking tea with Hua Cangqiong and Long Yanyue, chatting about everyday things.

"Dad, how many years have you been Sect Master?" Hua Yunfei asked curiously.

Before he went into seclusion, his great-grandfather, Hua Qingfeng, had been Sect Master—the ninety-seventh Sect Master of the Hua Clan.

More than fifty years had passed, and the Sect Master was now Hua Cangqiong, the ninety-ninth. The changeover hadn't been as frequent as it was when Lin Yang was around, but it was still pretty quick.

He'd also noticed that everyone in Dao Yuan Sect, from the elders to the disciples, had become a newcomer. There were hardly any familiar faces left. They must have all entered the Ancestral Temple.

"Fifty-two years." Hua Cangqiong lifted his teacup, the corners of his mouth curling with pride.

Fifty-two years might not seem like much, but it was enough to make countless ancestors green with envy.

"Don't get cocky."

Long Yanyue rolled her eyes at Hua Cangqiong. Every time he went to the Ancestral Temple, he put on such a haughty expression that anyone who didn't know better would have thought he'd