Three days later, Wuling Valley.
The weather was not good that day.
Rain came pelting down, bringing a biting chill to the spring air.
In the distance, Wuling Valley seemed not to belong to this world, sealed off from it.
Not a single drop of rain fell within.
Li Ping'an led Old Ox along, a smile tugging at his lips.
Wuling Valley. Not bad, not bad at all~
"Well, you've got to admit, Wuling Valley really is magnificent."
Hundreds of cultivators from every corner of the land had already gathered before Wuling Valley's Mountain Gate.
Changqing had just been called away by several of his fellow disciples.
Li Ping'an led Old Ox around for a look.
"Hey, the people from Huailu Academy are here!"
"Huailu Academy?"
"..."
Everyone turned toward the voices, the crowd parting of its own accord to make way.
Leading Huailu Academy's party this time was the renowned Great Confucian, Master Zhong.
Several disciples followed behind him.
"Is that Jing Yu?"
"Yes. He's already reached the Fifth Grade Realm at such a young age. You must be extra careful."
The elders of each group were all cautioning their juniors.
Jing Yu had the highest cultivation and aptitude among Huailu Academy's younger generation, and every group took him very seriously.
Several young men and women followed behind Jing Yu.
Two of the girls were exceptionally beautiful.
The woman on the right wore white and stood with slender grace.
There was an air of scholarly breeding about her brows, and even in plain clothes, she gave the impression of an immortal maiden.
The woman on the left was entirely different, her expression confident and composed.
Her eyes curved into crescents as she looked all around.
Dressed in green, she had a shapely figure.
A long sword hung at her