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Deep in winter the previous year, Jing Jiu had taken those young people away from Green Mountain and moved into the courtyard outside Yunji Town. Everything had been rather chaotic, so they had celebrated New Year casually, eating a hotpot meal. Only Zhao Layue had hugged him in earnest.
This year, Jing Garden was peaceful, everyone's cultivation was progressing smoothly, and those troublesome matters had been resolved cleanly, so everyone planned to celebrate properly. Only Jing Jiu still lay in his bamboo chair in a daze, thinking who knew what.
Gu Qing, Zhuo Rusui, and Yuan Qu came before the Rain Gallery, knelt toward the bamboo chair, and kowtowed once before rising to leave and resume cultivating.
They had truly cultivated diligently that year, because they knew that although Jing Garden seemed tranquil, peaceful, and beautiful now, its future was fraught with danger.
Just as they were about to leave the courtyard, Zhuo Rusui finally could not hold back. He stopped, looked at Jing Jiu, and asked, "Grandmaster Uncle, we've even kowtowed. Never mind red envelopes-when exactly are you going to cultivate?"
At these words, Gu Qing and Yuan Qu, along with Big One and the Cold Cicada on his head, all looked over, filled with anticipation and longing.
Jing Jiu asked, "Is the Spirit Gathering Formation not working well?"
Zhuo Rusui admitted that Jing Garden's formation was the most extraordinary Spirit Gathering Formation he