Inside the main hall.
The plain, classical floor was laid with soft cloud brocade, giving off a faint spiritual aura.
Nine thick Crane Spirit Trees stood like tripods within the hall, like nine indestructible pillars—lofty and imposing.
Around the hall stood hollow-carved windows, each inscribed with an earth-grade Image Recording Stone. Through them, one could see a dreamlike and wondrous landscape beyond.
Everyone slowly entered the hall, stepped onto the cloud brocade, and took their respective seats.
Chen Xun sat in the seat of honor. His white robes made him seem like an Immortal, his black hair was like ink, and his refined features carried a calm, easygoing light in his eyes.
Several immortals slowly took their seats. Their figures glittered like a starry sky, each radiating a different aura—mysterious, proud, detached, or warm.
The proud one was naturally Gu Lisheng, wearing an expression as though he feared neither Heaven nor Earth. Yet Chen Xun had seen him like this from the very first time they met, and no longer found it strange.
Their gazes all settled upon Chen Xun. The hall fell quiet for a moment, leaving only the faint sounds of the immortals shifting and breathing.
"Moo~" Black Bull lay crouched at Chen Xun's side and gave a soft call toward the hall doors, which automatically closed.
Frog Daoist was pinned beneath Black Bull's belly and was nearly flattened. He did not struggle, his pupils utterly unfocused, as though his life would soon be at its end...
Whoosh~~~
A gentle breeze swept through the hall as three Five Aggregates Sect disciples respectfully brought over tea—two men and one woman.
The Five Aggregates Sect's current sect robes were quite distinctive, woven from first-grade spirit grasses of the Desolate Heaven Domain.
The robes were as light as cicada wings, almost