In the year 720 of Incense Accumulation, at the academy on Nine-Wan Island.
Mo Qingheng, a renowned master of the Incense Path, arrived on an inspection tour with a group of newly promoted Foundation Establishment true disciples. Seeing children of the appropriate age being led to the square to offer incense and pay homage to the founding patriarch, he could not help falling into a brief daze.
"Elder Mo, are you remembering your own school days?"
Seeing his expression, someone beside him asked with a smile.
This was another year's entrance ceremony for new disciples. The sight truly stirred old feelings.
Mo Qingheng nodded and sighed deeply. "Before I knew it, two sixty-year cycles had passed. Time really does drive us toward old age!"
"Hahahaha! Elder Mo, you're in the prime of your life, with your fame taking wing and your prestige spreading across the four seas. How can you speak of being old?"
"If you put it that way, you'll shame the rest of us to death!"
"We've lived four or five hundred years in vain, yet our achievements fall far short of yours, Elder Mo. We're the ones who are truly old..."
As they laughed and chatted, everyone tacitly deferred to Mo Qingheng.
As a leading figure among the Incense Accumulation Sect's seventh-generation true disciples, and one of the outstanding talents whose reputation had reached the upper ranks, Mo Qingheng was a legendary figure whose name deserved to stand alongside the Eight Methods of Famous Incense and the Ten Thousand Incense Compendium. His contributions to the Incense Path were far beyond those of ordinary geniuses.
By the traditional standards of the Spell Dao, he was not particularly outstanding. His cultivation and strength were what they were, and could hardly be called exceptional. Yet his inventions had allowed the