It was late autumn. Fallen leaves rustled bleakly, and the mountains of Green Luo were awash in red.
Wen Si'an ordered a special allotment of spirit treasures drawn from the sect's vault to compensate the families of disciples who had been killed or wounded. She also had the names of the dead recorded one by one in the sect's annals to honor their memory.
The Guarding the Azure Camp soon replenished its ranks, growing larger than before. These newly opened positions dispersed the grief that had hung over the sect, and an air of vigorous ambition filled the outer sect once more, spreading even into the inner sect.
One piece of news reached everyone, whether they cultivated Fetal Breath or Qi Refining.
The sect was about to receive a spirit mountain. Some said it was on the level of a Foundation Establishment aristocratic clan's mountain. Others argued that it fell just short of Purple Mansion quality and was better than anything such clans possessed. There were even rumors that it was a genuine Purple Mansion spirit mountain, bearing numerous Purple Mansion Spirit Treasures.
Whatever the truth, one thing was clear: changes were coming to the Great Red Abbey. With the sect leader issuing orders, the elders overseeing the work, and the true disciples taking the lead, disciples from both the inner and outer sects had spent the past few days straightening out the earth veins and keeping the mortals settled.
A spirit mountain was about to descend into their sect. That meant more opportunities and positions, and many waited quietly for the day, nursing ambitions of their own.
Above Green Luo, clouds drifted in hazy wisps. Xu Xuan stood among them, his dark black Daoist robe snapping in the wind. White lightning coiled around Constant Light on his back, and