Wuxuan Temple.
The Sect Leader of Wuxuan Temple had been waiting outside the Main Hall with several elders for a long time.
Although their visitor was long overdue, no one voiced any complaint or dissatisfaction.
They all stood quietly, waiting.
The sun traveled across the sky. Noon arrived.
The Sect Leader looked up at the sun hanging high overhead, lightly pursed his lips, and rubbed his forefinger and thumb together. He felt no irritation, only envy.
This was strength... strength that left others afraid even to feel displeased.
The Sect Leader of Wuxuan Temple-Zhang Daotan-looked straight ahead again.
In the past, he would never have dared imagine it, but now, he too had a chance to touch that level.
Sometimes, an opportunity did not become yours simply because you encountered it. You had to give everything to seize it.
Now that he had his opportunity, he had to seize it at any cost.
So long as Yuyang Daozi came and brought his plan a step closer to fruition, making it more secure, he would not utter a word of complaint even if Yuyang Daozi made him stand there until nightfall.
At this moment, his dream was already within reach.
Joy and excitement made Zhang Daotan wish time would race ahead to the day of his success.
But he also understood that the more critical the moment, the more he needed to remain composed, the more he needed to...
"What are you all standing here looking at?"
A young man's voice came from the right side of the Main Hall, interrupting Zhang Daotan's thoughts.
Zhang Daotan looked over and saw a young man in pale purple Daoist robes. His features were somewhat soft, his looks rather heroic, and a lightning-shaped ornament marked his brow. A faint red glow swirled within it,