"We have to listen carefully to the lectures from the Elder and stewards today. If we learn something, it could save us from taking a lot of wrong turns."
Xiao Chen said on the way, his voice filled with anticipation.
"It's true that having guidance on the path of cultivation can save you from many missteps."
Fang Han deeply agreed.
When they arrived at the Inheritance Hall, they found the spacious hall already filled with disciples—about sixty or seventy of them. They were gathered in small groups, conversing in hushed tones. The atmosphere was solemn, yet tinged with anticipation.
Fang Han scanned the crowd.
Li Feng stood alone in a corner, cradling his saber with his eyes closed. A cold, unapproachable aura radiated from him.
Yun Qianyue, her face still covered by a light veil, sat in the front row. Her posture was perfectly straight, and she was as cold and aloof as frost.
