That day, as the rosy dawn first rose and the morning mist still lingered over Chiyu Peak, a streak of sword light tore through the sky, heading straight for White Egret Immortal Continent.
A crowd had already gathered outside the Foreign Affairs Court.
A Deacon Elder in the early Golden Core realm waited there with twelve Foundation Establishment Realm disciples beside him.
Li Qingfeng and the others from the Dongyuan Sect were among them.
Besides the disciples, there were also Strongmen serving as an honor guard. Unfortunately, Bao Dafu was still being reforged and was not among them.
Departure was set for the Chen hour, but most of the disciples had arrived several hours early, or even the night before. None dared keep this person waiting. Seeing Song Yan descend, the Deacon Elder at the front hurried forward to greet him.
"True Person Ciyu, all twelve disciples are assembled. We can depart at any time."
"Good. Sorry for the trouble, everyone at the Foreign Affairs Court." Song Yan landed and returned the greeting, then looked at the twelve disciples standing in orderly ranks behind the elder. Apart from those from the Dongyuan Sect, the others included both men and women, each with a different presence. Clearly, they had all been selected through the Foreign Affairs Court.
Naturally, they were exceedingly respectful upon seeing Song Yan.
Looking at the twelve before him, Song Yan felt an inexplicable moment of disorientation.
Many years ago, in the Dongyuan Sect of the Chu Kingdom, he had still been an ordinary disciple following behind his senior brothers and elders.
Now, times had changed, and he was the one standing at the head of the group.
"There's no need for such ceremony."
Song Yan's voice was calm. "The journey to Daoyuan Mountain is no short one.