The nights on Chang Baifeng are very cold. Although there isn't any accumulated snow, the mountain winds howl. If one walks outside, they'll instinctively tighten their robes, as if their faces are being scraped by knives.
Yet despite the chill of the night wind, aside from Chang Baifeng's own people, most of those who came to observe the ceremony did not choose to rest. Everyone here is a cultivator. Those with higher cultivation have even reached the Profound Sea, most are in the Primordial Pill Realm, and those in the Gathering Spirit Realm are all the new disciples brought by various sects to join in the excitement. Not sleeping for a night is no issue at all.
This is a rare opportunity; gathering together to meet new friends and reconnect with old ones, and their cultivation gatherings never cease, even for a night.
