In the blink of an eye, seven days have passed.
On the morning of the seventh day, joyous decorations filled the Xia Family's base, with everyone in the Xia Family jubilant because the Holy Wind Sect, led by Lin Feng, was established today. Cultivators from all directions rushed over to attend the founding ceremony, all expressing their desire to join the Holy Wind Sect.
A wooden stage, measuring a mile across, had been constructed with a giant pillar standing fifty zhang high on it. The flag of the Holy Wind Sect fluttered gracefully on the enormous pillar, visible from several miles away. Only three people were seated on the stage — Lin Feng in the center, with Xia Yan and Song Hong on either side, while the seats below the stage were filled with incoming cultivators.
"You came too?"
"Of course! How could I miss such a great opportunity!"
"Exactly, we're originally loose cultivators, so joining Lin Feng's sect is definitely beneficial for us."
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