July 13, Heavenly Pivot Hall.
With Lu Zhijing stationed in Yunyang, only a group of elders and stewards remained in Heavenly Pivot Hall.
True Person Zhihua unceremoniously occupied the hall master's seat and presided over the day's meeting.
Elder Zhixing sat to True Person Zhihua's left, followed by the stewards of Heavenly Pivot Hall and the others, seated in order of rank.
Although Zhou Wuji did not belong to Heavenly Pivot Hall, his title as a Fourth Rank Dharma Master had still earned him a seat at the very end.
Old Zhiyuan sat just above him.
This actually had nothing to do with Old Zhiyuan, but he was a hall master, after all. If he wanted to attend the meeting, no one could very well drive him away.
Yining, head of the Discipline Hall, sat opposite them, with Wuleng standing behind him.
As a junior of the Wu generation, Wuleng held no official position in the Lower Court. Although her cultivation was quite impressive, she could only stand.
Above Yining sat three envoys from the Main Court. Their leader was Lu Zhicheng, an elder of the Main Court's Heavenly Pivot Hall.
Lu Zhicheng had an aged face covered in age spots and a tall, thin frame. His loose purple Daoist robe hung emptily around him, giving him the appearance of a decrepit old man in his twilight years.
Yet he sat there with his lips slightly pursed and a sharp gaze in his aged eyes, looking particularly stern and solemn, as though he were the true master of Heavenly Pivot Hall.
Beside Lu Zhicheng sat two young Daoists, Lu Wuxia and Lu Wuqiu.
Lu Wuxia had an unremarkable appearance and spoke little. Sitting there with his head lowered to stare at the floor, he seemed somewhat peculiar.
The other, Lu