Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
Qingzhou Five Peaks Mountain, in front of the Golden Sword Sect's mountain gate.
A group of five people returned here, worn out from their travels.
"Finally back home."
Xu Chang looked at the mountain gate ahead, quickened his pace, and the four junior sisters and brothers behind him followed closely.
After half a year, the aura around Xu Chang grew even sharper; standing there, he resembled an unsheathed sword.
"Halt."
The disciples guarding the mountain gate saw them and stopped them at first sight.
Because Xu Chang and the others were not wearing the Golden Sword Sect's attire but rather a set they bought, made from Ice Silkworm Silk—a blue robe.
The style of these robes was relatively novel, created using puppet machinery assembly lines, making them considerably cheaper. It was the latest fashion trend at Ghost Ridge Palace.
"I am Xu Chang, an inner disciple, and today I return from advanced studies at Ghost Ridge Palace."
