"You should still remember the Plum Gathering that year."
Guo Nanshan looked at You Siluo and said, "We young disciples sat beside Star Lake, talking around that bonfire all night."
You Siluo smiled as he recalled that night filled with the fragrance of wine and ideals. Then he remembered that their Daoist Friend Luo Huainan had already died, and his smile faded.
The competition in the Dao Battle at that year's Plum Gathering had been fierce, with the outcome decided only at the very end.
The young disciples of the Green Mountain Sect, the Zhongzhou Sect, the Water-Moon Convent, Great Marsh, and the other sects had sat resting beside the lake.
Someone-no one knew who-had roasted a sheep and brought out a flask of wine.
The flask was a law artifact; no matter how much they drank, its wine never ran out.
Perhaps because they were exhausted, or perhaps because of the bonds forged in battle, they deliberately forgot the divisions and hostilities between their sects.
They began eating meat and drinking wine without using their true essence, so they soon grew a little drunk and spoke some heartfelt words.
From that night on, these young disciples shared an ideal: to lead the cultivation world, and even the entire human race, toward a better future.
For that ideal, they cultivated diligently and sought more companions, until now their numbers had grown larger and larger.
You Siluo said with feeling, "I never imagined you had done so much while I was in seclusion."
Guo Nanshan said, "The true threat to the human race is the Snow Nation. Even if, as the Blade Sage concluded, nothing will happen for a hundred years, what about after that?"
Ordinary people naturally had no need to consider what the world would be like a hundred