At this moment.
The young men and women who were usually solemn and composed, carrying themselves with the imposing dignity of Golden Core True Persons, had completely lost their usual calm authority.
Their clear voices rose and fell in lively chatter, one speaking over another, the chirping discussions never ceasing.
Their brows and eyes brimmed with the vitality and purity of youth, revealing, without reserve, their sincere and innocent natures.
Some wore expectant expressions as they whispered their guesses; others leaned together in quiet conversation. The curiosity and delight in their eyes could not be hidden no matter how they tried.
So lively and animated were they that they seemed utterly different from the steady Golden Core Cultivators who normally presided over their respective domains and cultivated with calm composure.
Murong Wanwan stood quietly at the front, taking in this vivid, spirited scene.
Her clear, gentle gaze grew ever softer and more tender, filled with warmth and affection for the younger members of her clan.
The icy frost in her eyes had melted away completely, leaving only the tolerance and expectations unique to an elder.
As she watched these vigorous juniors, her heart was filled with gratification.
A moment later, a gentle smile curved Murong Wanwan's lips. She raised her fair, slender hand and lightly pressed downward through the air.
An invisible, gentle current of Spirit Power silently spread out, quietly smoothing away the scattered murmurs around them.
The noisy courtyard fell silent in an instant.
The young cultivators all stopped talking and turned together toward their grandmother Ancestor.
"Enough."
Murong Wanwan's voice was soft and unhurried, carrying a power that soothed the heart. Smiling with her eyes, she slowly said, "Today, I have prepared an especially unique gift.
But this opportunity does not belong to any one person alone.