Sunset and dusk.
The sky gradually darkened.
The interior of the Wuliang Daoist Temple had already been lit with many torches.
The corridors, pavilions, and square were all brightly illuminated.
A large number of early-arriving Jianghu people gathered together, discussing animatedly, inquiring about this and that, talking about the various major events that had recently occurred in Fengzhou.
Now the exchange had not officially begun, only when the main gate truly closed and the gong sounded would the martial assembly truly begin.
So people were not in a hurry to take out their personal items, but instead took this opportunity to network with some Jianghu individuals, which would provide additional connections for future travels in the Jianghu.
"The last outcome of the Luoxia Sword Sect was really tragic, centuries of heritage wiped out in a day, even the masters of the Zhang Family were killed, truly a sensational event in Fengzhou!"
