Deep dew nourished all things; the vast sky shone fresh before the eyes.
The Dewlit Ancestral Court.
Jiang Yang seldom came here. His last visit had been when he first distinguished himself in the Court Examination.
Watching the doors of the Golden Hall slowly open in the distance, Jiang Yang shook his head, unable to suppress a sigh of feeling.
Back then, he truly had been sixteen, standing there like some lowly lackey.
Later, through a twist of fate, he had joined Fushu Peak. Never had he imagined that in a little over thirty years, he would become a True Person and walk openly through the main entrance with the dignity of one who wielded divine powers.
He descended and slowly stepped inside.
Nearly ten True Persons had already arrived in the hall. Some had come alone and sat quietly sipping tea, while others had brought their younger relatives and gathered to converse in low voices, discussing mysteries and debating the Dao.
White vapor swirled, mist climbed the steps, and disciples passed to and fro, serving spirit fruits and fragrant tea. The hall bustled with activity.
Sect Leader Xuan Di sat in the seat of honor, chatting with several familiar acquaintances. Looking up and seeing Jiang Yang arrive, he immediately called out:
"Fellow Daoists, this is our sect's newly ascended True Person Jiang."
At those words, everyone present turned their gaze toward Jiang Yang. Their looks carried all manner of emotions, but to him now, they were no more than a gentle breeze brushing his face.
Jiang Yang let one hand hang loosely before him, swept his gaze around the hall, and slowly nodded in greeting.
A hundred accounts could not compare to a single meeting. Many present were seeing him for the first time: white robes over blue, the