Fang Shu sat cross-legged, sweeping his gaze around and taking in the appearance of everyone else.
He discovered that it was not only the disciples—those Foundation Establishment Earth Immortals above also wore peculiar expressions.
Yet compared to disciples like them, the Foundation Establishment Earth Immortals were able to keep their composure. Their faces even faintly showed delight, along with a hint of anticipation.
At that moment, the voices of the masters of the Five Directions Immortal Sect rose from atop the earthen mound:
"After so many years, it is rare for the five of us to bring our respective disciples together for discourse and exchange."
"Indeed. If this old man remembers correctly, the last joint gathering of the five sects was likely when the five of us inherited the legacies of our predecessors and founded the Five Sects of Mount Lu."
The master of the Five Viscera Temple spoke up:
"Over these several hundred years, there have still been frictions between our five sects, and no shortage of dirty business within them. But at least we have maintained a measure of dignity and not let outsiders look down on us."
He sighed with a smile. "If today's undertaking succeeds, then our younger descendants will not have failed the hopes of those who came before."
"Good!"
As they exchanged these disjointed remarks, the master of the Five Viscera Temple and the others also bowed to one another, every one of them exceedingly courteous.
The sight immediately stirred waves among disciples like Fang Shu.
"Huh, judging by this, the Five Sects of Mount Lu truly share deep roots. They were not merely built on Mount Lu by coincidence?"
"If so, why did our Five Viscera Temple fight the Withered Bone Abbey to the death a few years ago?"
Fang Shu pondered inwardly,