Elsewhere.
Inside a white hall atop a mountain in the Supreme Clarity Palace.
Dozens of young disciples sat gathered around.
Lu Wan sat at the front, explaining the problems they had encountered in their cultivation.
"Senior Sister Lu."
A female cultivator asked hesitantly:
"After I advance [Stillheart Bud] to the third level, my immortal essence always stalls briefly in my qi sea."
"But no matter how many times I check, I can't find anything wrong with my meridians. How should I resolve this?"
"The problem isn't with your meridians."
Lu Wan glanced at her and said softly:
"You haven't perfected your water art yet, so your immortal essence itself is flawed."
"[Stillheart Bud] is a sixth-grade technique. It can only gather your scattered power, not repair your foundation out of thin air."
"Once you return, work through your water art again first. Don't rush to condense your heavenly law."
Understanding dawned on the female cultivator's face. She hurriedly stood and bowed:
"Thank you, Senior Sister Lu!"
There were no particular rules to these discussions.
Some asked questions about cultivation.
Others brought out techniques they had recently acquired for everyone to study together.
Occasionally, disagreements arose.
The disciples present would debate them openly.
Among all the foremost Dao lineages of the Cold Sea Continent.
The Supreme Clarity Palace alone allowed its disciples to exchange ideas like this.
This was also one reason its disciples had always held themselves in such high regard.
At the very least, while cultivating here, they did not have to constantly guard against their fellow disciples.
"..."
Lu Wan treasured this feeling too.
Over the years, she had fought many cultivators from other Dao lineages while carrying out assignments for the Alliance Association and her sect.
In many of those Mountain Gates, disciples killing one another had