Compared with the liveliness of the previous night, there was actually nothing particularly worth mentioning on the main day of the celebration.
Early in the morning, after everyone got up, they attended to their morning practice and breakfast before gathering in small groups around the estate to discuss the Dao. Yang, the steward of Red Citadel Grotto, was quite enthusiastic and even shared some insights unique to Red Citadel.
Near noon, a light rain began to fall. Azure Firmament Master decided to join in the fun and asked the four newly advanced Qi Condensation cultivators to demonstrate their water-controlling abilities.
That was somewhat disrespectful. Although the four Qi Condensation cultivators were newly advanced, they would have been called great cultivators in the past. Asking them to demonstrate publicly—was he treating them as performers?
Yu Qingzhu and Gazi vaguely sensed this as well, but Azure Firmament Master was an elder of the Daoist Order who liked making overly familiar jokes, so it was not easy to take the matter too seriously.
While the two hesitated, Sophia did not care about any of that. With a raised hand, the fine raindrops around her drifted toward her palm and churned continuously in the air. Before long, they gathered into a small dragon made of watery mist.
The little dragon was white, about a meter long and as thick as a child's arm. Its shape was somewhat vague, hardly lifelike, but as it twisted through the air, it could at least be called a nimble floating ribbon.
Sophia had specifically asked Feng Jun for this technique. She said that in Alansmu, she only knew how to use talismans, which truly damaged Luo Hua's image. Now that she had reached the Qi Refining Stage, he should at least teach her one spell so that she