As the guests who had come to witness the ceremony departed one after another, the farce staged at the Misty Cloud Sect that day officially drew to a close. Although the sect had suffered an almost unprecedented blow, one that might send its reputation in the Imperial Capital plummeting and make it a target of criticism, not a single disciple looked dejected. Instead, a faint excitement shone on their faces. Some were engaged in heated discussions, making the atmosphere seem even livelier than it had been during the ceremony.
There was no other reason: their sect leader's man was a Dou Zun, and that alone was enough. To everyone in the Imperial Capital, a Dou Zun was a figure of myth. If the Misty Cloud Sect could forge ties with such a powerhouse, what did a decline in reputation matter?
The disciples had only discussed the matter for a short while before the sect's elders appeared to bring the situation under control. Although the day's events had brought the Misty Cloud Sect more benefits than harm and were not a bad thing overall, far too much had happened in a single day. Moreover, Yun Shan had gone into seclusion to recuperate. Their rightful sect leader, Yun Yun, was still there to oversee matters, but there was a complication.
Yun Yun had been imprisoned by Yun Shan for an entire year and was not particularly familiar with the sect's current affairs, so a handover was necessary. Thus, the Misty Cloud Sect could not relax simply because its guests had left. On the contrary, it was even busier than before.
The sounds of disciples working in the square mingled with the heated arguments spilling from the great hall towering amid the clouds. They lingered among the sect's mountains for a long time,