In the sky, a moon that occupied nearly half the heavens hung high, its moonlight pouring down and illuminating the Giant City nestled among the mountains.
On an open stretch of ground in the city, streaks of light descended, gathering into figures of extraordinary bearing.
"Why are we suddenly setting out in such a hurry? We only just arrived and haven't had time to get familiar with anything."
"It's all because of those people from Jade Palace Prefecture. They arrived a few days before us, and the moment they saw us get here, they couldn't wait to rush off to the ruins."
"Isn't that just making trouble? I was having tea with a True Disciple senior brother."
"I heard the seniors have only just opened up a thousand li, and the training grounds aren't fully prepared yet. How are we supposed to stretch our arms and legs in so little space?"
The open ground was a sea of heads, all of them elite inner sect disciples. At a rough glance, there were nearly two thousand.
A small number among them stood out like cranes among chickens, their presences exceptionally powerful. They appeared to be in their thirties or early forties, yet they had already survived the Primordial Spirit Tribulation.
These were undoubtedly the very finest prodigies of Qingling's younger generation. Judging by past examples, a few of these geniuses would one day carve their way through their peers and claim positions as True Disciples.
Thus, faced with the noisy, chaotic scene, even the inner sect deacon, who had been established here for many years, dared not raise his voice or use force to cow them.
He could only placate them politely and ask everyone to keep quiet.
Seeing that nearly everyone had arrived, the inner sect deacon immediately smiled at