Within Xuanqing Palace.
A middle-aged Daoist at the fourth level of Qi Refining was teaching, speaking at length about Xuanqing Palace's former supreme glory.
On the prayer mats before him, a young Daoist boy and girl were listening so drowsily that they could barely keep their eyes open.
Sigh...
The middle-aged Daoist could not help sighing inwardly at the sight, yet he did not speak up to reprimand them.
Xuanqing Palace... was no longer what it had once been.
Perhaps in a few more years, without any need for outside enemies, this former cradle of transcendent cultivation would perish on its own...
Those people who feared Xuanqing Palace while also longing for its demise would finally be able to rest easy.
At that thought, his spirits suddenly flagged, and his voice gradually fell silent.
This time, the two young Daoists jolted awake at once.
At a loss, they looked up at the middle-aged Daoist above them.
"Sigh..." The middle-aged Daoist lowered his eyes. "Arrange your lessons yourselves."
"Master!" The two of them panicked.
They both thought their lack of attentiveness had angered their master.
They hurriedly rose to their feet and were about to kneel and kowtow. "Master, this disciple was wrong. Please, Master, do not..."
The middle-aged Daoist rose, intending to stop them.
After all, he was merely at the fourth level of Qi Refining. His use of spiritual power was still exceedingly crude; he simply could not flick his sleeve and keep someone from kneeling.
Yet just then, three streaks of spiritual light passed through the main hall, flashing by before vanishing into the crowns of their heads.
A vast torrent of information abruptly appeared within their seas of consciousness, forming one cultivation method after another. They covered everything from Qi Refining to Void Return, and the three