The sun shone brightly over Shushan.
The sun hung in midair like a ball of fire, and the clouds seemed to have melted in its heat.
Li Ping'an walked along the road on Main Peak. It was especially crowded today, mostly with newly admitted disciples gathered in twos and threes.
Some senior disciples mingled among them, and they were very easy to distinguish.
The newcomers were dressed and styled as though they were heading to a fashion show, their eyes holding a kind of crystal-clear stupidity.
Li Ping'an walked with his hands behind his back, Old Ox following leisurely behind him.
With the mountain breeze blowing over them, their steps were steady.
"Shushan's fresh blood~"
Li Ping'an sighed with feeling.
"In the blink of an eye, we've become senior brothers ourselves."
"Moo~"
Red banners fluttered, gongs and drums shook the heavens, and colorful flags flew.
Some senior disciples helped the newcomers carry luggage, register their names, and learn about Shushan's various peaks. It was a bustling scene.
Of course, those they helped were more often the pretty junior sisters.
The young women who embarked on the path of cultivation were all reasonably good-looking.
Their smiles bloomed like flowers, and a faint aura of youthful freshness radiated from them, adding a little more splendor to Shushan.
Liu Er Dog stood beneath a banner, his face somewhat weathered and sporting a beard.
After his foundation had been damaged, he had changed his look.
Now he looked more like a bandit.
Standing beneath the sky, he seemed slightly melancholy.
He gave the impression of keeping others a thousand miles away.
It left a new disciple with a petite face hovering for a long time, afraid to approach.
After a while, Liu Er Dog exhaled.
He stopped the disciple and walked up to her.