In early February, the Daoist Convention officially began, and Qingxiao Sect's pent-up enthusiasm from the past ten years burst forth.
Even sitting inside Lingxiao Courtyard, Li Qingqiu could faintly hear the clamor from down the mountain. The lively atmosphere put him in a good mood.
Twenty years had taken him from a tiny mountain sect of only seven people to a righteous cultivation sect that now dominated the Nine Provinces.
Qingxiao Sect's growth had now hit its stride. A hundred years from now, it would surely be an entirely different sight.
The bigger the sect, the more internal affairs there were. He had to be cautious and not take a single wrong step.
Just as Li Qingqiu was deep in thought, a disciple hurried inside.
It was Mingguang of Heavenly Works Hall.
Mingguang and Wu Xingyue could meet Li Qingqiu directly—a privilege that even surpassed that of a hall master.
"Sect Master, I've made some progress on the communication artifact you requested." Mingguang came to Li Qingqiu's side and spoke respectfully, though he could hardly conceal his excitement.
Li Qingqiu's thoughts returned to the present. He turned to look at him.
Mingguang presented a dark golden token with both hands. Li Qingqiu accepted it and examined it closely.
"This token can be used for long-distance communication, but we'll have to test it to find out exactly how far it can reach," Mingguang explained.
Li Qingqiu could see the intricate, complex restrictions inside the token. Its materials had something to do with spirit copper.
He praised it. "Not bad. At least it's a start. You can arrange for disciples to test its range later. We can't be careless about this; we have to test it thoroughly. Otherwise, our disciples could end up in danger one day."
Mingguang nodded. He knew how