The second day of the second lunar month, Dragon Head-Raising.
The succession ceremony of the new Sect Leader of Zhenwu Sect attracted a good number of people. Well-meaning, malicious, friends and enemies of Qing Yu all came this day to witness the ceremony.
Although the ratio of friends to enemies was a little off, and many guests were not here for the ceremony, it was undeniable that many came, and most were prominent figures in the worldly society.
This allowed some onlookers to witness Qing Yu's power, showing everyone the weight of this suddenly emerged disciple of Xuanfa.
"It seems I have quite the reputation in the worldly society," Qing Yu stood at the edge of the cliff atop Chonghe Peak, his gaze piercing through the clouds, across the vast distance, seeing the guests arriving at the mountain foot.
His hair was loose, still a bit damp, with long white strands wantonly flying in the breeze.
