At the Misty Cloud Sect, Xiao Wujiu had arrived early with his people to wait and watch the Three-Year Agreement unfold.
He stood atop the tip of a tree beside the plaza, his gaze calm as still water as he silently observed the Misty Cloud Sect rising above the clouds.
The plaza was paved entirely with massive stones fitted seamlessly together, ancient and grand. At its center stood an enormous stone monument bearing the names of the Misty Cloud Sect's past sect leaders and those who had made great contributions.
Nearly a thousand Misty Cloud Sect disciples sat in the plaza, dressed in moon-white robes. As the breeze stirred their garments, the cloud-embroidered longswords at their sleeves swayed in the wind, seeming to hum faintly with sword intent. It was quite a magnificent sight.
At the upper end of the plaza were rows of towering stone seats. Other than Yun Yun seated at the highest position, the seats below were occupied by white-haired elders. Their auras were steady, and even the wind could not stir their robes, making it clear to all who watched that these elders were far from ordinary.
At the very bottom stood a beautiful figure in a moon-white dress. Her robes clung tightly to her body, outlining her perfect curves. Her eyes were slightly closed as she quietly watched the bluestone steps leading from the foot of the mountain to the plaza.
The sun had already risen. Morning light pierced through the clouds and fell upon the plaza, yet no one moved. Other than the occasional chirping bird, not a single other sound could be heard as time slipped by in silence.
Xiao Wujiu watched the scene with composure. The surrounding treetops were filled with his people.
He stood closest to the plaza. Behind him stood