The morning sun broke through the mist, shining into Taixu Mountain. The pavilions and towers among the mountains seemed to be draped in a layer of rosy clouds, while the ink-green forests were tinged with golden edges.
In the Disciple's Residence, Mo Hua, who had been practicing the Formation on the Taoist Stele all night, opened his eyes.
His eyes, like the breaking dawn, burst forth with golden light, momentarily more dazzling than the morning glow all over the sky.
"Finally, today is the day of the Sword Discussion Conference..."
Mo Hua murmured softly.
He took a deep breath, and in the morning sun, went through his routine cultivation for an hour, allowing the Spiritual Energy to circulate through the body, settling in the Qi Sea, before donning the Taoist Robe of Taixu Gate and stepping out of the Disciple's Residence.
Outside the Disciple's Residence, most of the disciples were already awake.
