The next morning.
Today was the main day of the Myriad Sounds Immortal Music Gathering: Yang Zhiyi's Golden Core Ceremony and her formal investiture as master of Yiyin Hall.
Song Yan had tied up his hair, looking somewhat more formal.
It was still early, but guests were already heading east in twos and threes.
The Qin Platform.
The so-called Qin Platform was actually an unusual rock formation in a valley that extended into the distance, reaching out into the sea.
Surrounded by sea on three sides and joined to the valley on the fourth, the Qin Platform offered an exceptionally open view.
The stone platform was paved with blue jade tiles, with no railings around it.
For today's ceremony, it had been arranged with considerable solemnity.
The seats of honor stood at the front of the valley, facing the Qin Platform out at sea.
An ancient qin sat on the Qin Platform, covered with a cloth.
On either side of the seats of honor, seating rose tier upon tier on jade steps.
Song Yan and the others had not arrived early; quite a few people were already seated.
Disciples of the Luo River Goddess Palace moved among them, replenishing spirit tea and pine-nut pastries.
As they waited, many guests nearby discussed the Fairy Nanfeng who was about to succeed to her position.
"Say, is Fairy Yang the youngest hall master in the Luo River Goddess Palace's history?"
"She should be. Every previous master of the four halls was a Nascent Soul Cultivator at least several hundred years old when they took office."
"The only person before her to become a hall master with Golden Core cultivation was the current Hall Master Lianjie."
The great age of the immortal Dao had arrived, and the Luo River Goddess Palace was staking its