New Year's Eve.
It was another New Year's Eve.
Throughout the Sect, there was a unique scenery.
Several Cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm, stepping on Flying Swords and propelled by Spiritual Qi, hung Spiritual Talisman lanterns one by one on the eaves of various buildings throughout the Sect.
On Entrance Plaza, the mountain path and stone steps were covered with a thin layer of snow.
Several Outer Sect Disciples walked together, about to descend the mountain.
They happened to meet the Cultivators on duty at the mountain gate, who knew them and bid them farewell.
"Be careful on your way. If you can return before the seventh day of the New Year, the dining hall still has Spiritual Meat dumplings to claim."
"Understood, Senior Brother!"
It was truly strange.
The path of Cultivation, it was said, required one to be emotionless and sever worldly ties to seek the Dao and eternal life.
