That evening, a faint vibration suddenly came from inside Wang Yu's robes. He opened his eyes and reached inside with one hand, drawing out a white disc that trembled gently as its light alternately dimmed and brightened.
Wang Yu's eyes flickered. He put the disc away and walked out of the wooden hut.
Although it was already late at night, figures still moved about the camp, gathering in groups of three or five to discuss something.
Clearly, with the assembly opening tomorrow, some disciples had rested only briefly before they could no longer resist leaving their huts to continue exchanging information.
Wang Yu ignored the others and walked out of the camp with a seemingly casual air, entering a nearby patch of woods.
After walking a short distance, he came to a tree with a trunk thick enough to fill a person's embrace. He casually pressed one hand against the trunk, withdrew it, then walked back out of the woods and returned to his hut.
The entire process had been utterly casual, as though he had merely gone out for a stroll.
An hour later, Gu Lian appeared beneath that same tree. He swept his Divine Sense over the trunk, then slapped it with one hand.
A muffled pop rang out.
Two objects suddenly shot out of a hollow in the trunk: a white disc and a blue sphere the size of a fist.
Delighted, Gu Lian swept both objects up with his sleeve, then turned and left as well.
Early the next morning, when the sky was only just beginning to lighten, many disciples from the four sects were already awake and making preparations.
Inside his wooden hut, Wang Yu also opened his eyes. After meditating all night, both his mind and body were at their absolute peak.