The faint light of dawn seeped through the thin mist, spreading speck by speck to illuminate the landscape painting hidden within the vast night.
Creak!
Creak!
The act of pushing open the wooden door shook dew from the eaves, droplets falling onto the bleary faces of quite a few Inner Disciples.
Perhaps to Outer Disciples, Inner Disciples were noble and mysterious, but in truth, there was not much difference between their daily lives.
After all, they were all in the Qi Refining Stage. One had potential, the other did not—it was not to the extent that even their lives were worlds apart.
As for the image Outer Disciples imagined—roaming the Northern Sea by morning and Mount Cangwu by evening, coming and going amid the azure clouds and seas—that was something not necessarily even Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivators could accomplish, let alone them.
"Hmm?!" An Inner Disciple with regular features seemed to notice something and let out a puzzled sound.
He saw that on a cliff facing the rising sun not far away, a figure dressed in a plain white robe stood tall in the dawn light, the morning wind sending his robes fluttering.
"It's already past the time when the eastern sky turns white. The amount of spiritual qi one can absorb and refine now is not even as much as cultivating in a cave mansion. What's he standing there for? Did the wind blow him stupid?" the regular-featured disciple wondered.
But once he saw who it was, he dismissed the thought of going over to ask.
"So it's Junior Brother Lin, the one who shone brilliantly in the Outer Sect Grand Competition... Forget it. He must have his own deep meaning in what he does. I still shouldn't go disturb him." After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately turned