Seven True Disciples

When Bai Luo descended from the Air Shuttle and was the first to speak, announcing his visit to Mingguang Peak,

the True Disciples from the other peaks also used various means to arrive one after another on the platform at the entrance to Mingguang Peak's grand array.

"True Disciple of Jinghuang Peak, Mi Xinghan, here to pay a visit!"

Right after Bai Luo came a slender young man with strikingly bright white eyes. His figure blurred, and his whole body turned into a billowing cloud. As it gathered and dispersed, he reached the ground even faster than Bai Luo, who had leaped down.

Mi Xinghan, who had once single-handedly reversed an avalanche on Tianhua Mountain; who set up altars and cast spells, and whose Bagua chatter was second to none; the number-one martial arts practitioner among the younger generation!

"True Disciple of Xuguang Peak, Shi Liang, here to pay a visit!"

A man with a steady, resolute face stepped forward. He looked as though he had never cried once in his life. The air condensed beneath his feet into steps, and he descended one step at a time. His pace seemed slow, yet was actually swift; in an instant, he followed Mi Xinghan onto the platform.

Though he possessed only a Martial Meridian, he had already forged a Divine Weapon! Having received True Monarch Puming's teachings in full, he was a junior uncle despite being one of the younger generation's disciples, and a beneficiary of seniority and years of service. The phrase he said most often was, "We can each go by our own seniority." The True Disciple, Shi Liang!

"True Disciple of Chuyao Peak, Luo Qinghui, here to pay a visit!"

Next came a spirited young woman in black robes, carrying a long brush at her waist that looked