The trembling of the Cultivation Room walls ceased.
Qing Chi hurriedly stood upright, pretending to be merely passing by.
The door opened, and Zhu Fenxiang appeared, carrying a Purple Copper Incense Burner, enveloped in smoke. As she passed by Qing Chi, she glanced at him and gracefully left.
The next day.
On a temporarily erected Nine-layer Jade Platform, Zhao Hansheng stood with his hands clasped behind his back, dressed in a black robe as dark as ink.
Below the platform, three thousand cultivators stood silently, each stationed at a booth.
There were grey-haired old Confucian cultivators, young scions in ornate brocade robes, fierce Sword Cultivators, and many dressed in bizarre outfits, drawn by the temptation of the Inheriting Dao Jade Page.
In the front row on the left, Gu Qing, wearing an unstained moon-white Confucian robe, meditated with a solemn expression.
