As the end of the year approached, Qingxiao Sect was no longer as lively as in years past. A tense atmosphere had settled over the sect, as if a storm were brewing.
It had been some time since the Sect Master had led a thousand True Disciples north. They knew the journey was long and that even under the best circumstances, returning would take time, but the disciples still couldn't help worrying.
By now, Qingxiao Sect's power structure was fully established. It could continue operating without any one person, but Li Qingqiu was different. He was the pivotal figure who had led Qingxiao Sect onto the path of immortal cultivation. He had never made a mistake or suffered a defeat, and the sect's disciples practically worshipped him blindly. They couldn't imagine how powerful the ghosts and monsters that even the Sect Master might not overcome could be.
In a snow-covered forest, Hu Yan was practicing the Great Demon-Slaying Golden Hand. A golden phantom hand had gathered around his right hand, moving with it as he swung it with fierce force.
A small figure emerged from the woods nearby. It was none other than five-year-old Li Shouzheng.
Though still young, Li Shouzheng had swordlike brows and bright eyes, and a gentle disposition that made him well-liked among the disciples.
"Junior Brother Hu Yan, how did you do that?" Li Shouzheng stopped and asked curiously.
Hu Yan had joined the sect later than him, so he could only call him Senior Brother. Hu Yan didn't mind. In the sect, age had long since ceased to be the key measure of seniority.
At that, Hu Yan stopped and asked, "Are you asking about the spell? You just have to practice more."
Li Shouzheng shook his head. "I'm asking about your state of mind.