The Flower Festival drew to a successful close.
Linghua Valley began discussing and dealing with the matter of Liang Feng.
In a few more days, once the matter was settled, the disciples of both sects would return to report to their sects.
That day, Song Yan followed Yan Xun to visit the Yan Clan grounds.
Sword-Casting Manor stood on the northern slopes of Beiya Mountain City.
The words "Yan Clan" were carved into the stone tablet before the manor.
The Yan Clan grounds covered a vast area, and there was a distinction between the Main Family and the branch households.
The branch households were halfway up the mountain, while the Main Family lay near the summit.
Bluestone steps wound into the clouds, and the faint sound of metal striking stone drifted down from the mountaintop.
Thin mist shrouded the distant mountains in the first light of dawn.
Once they started up the mountain steps, there were fewer passersby. Most were young people of impressive bearing, hurrying along.
Yan Xun occasionally encountered people he knew, and they exchanged greetings.
"Brother Yan, we're nearly there."
Lake light and mountain scenery surrounded the Main Family's grounds.
"Oh, fifth brother, you're back!"
"Second brother, where are you going?"
Yan Xun went up to greet the approaching man, who sounded like an older cousin of his clan.
"I'm making a trip to the Sheyang Sect to deliver a few Law Artifacts. Uh... who is this?"
"This is Song Yan, an outstanding disciple of the Dongyuan Sect."
Yan Xun hurried to introduce him. "The seniors of the Sheyang Sect invited fellow cultivators from the Dongyuan Sect to attend the ceremony. Brother Yan is one of the disciples who came along."
"Oh!"
Understanding dawned on the man. Not daring to slight him, he hurriedly offered a