For practitioners, festivals are not common, but it's hard to suppress the mundane desires in the hearts of most disciples.
On New Year's Eve, the Profound Sky Sect was already bustling. The disciples would spontaneously organize some activities, and the elders or overseers would not dampen the mood during this annual moment; on the contrary, many also found joy in it.
This profoundly dignified major sect of the immortal family was now adorned in red, bringing a touch of festive cheer from the mundane world below.
You Su sat by the fire in the courtyard, waiting for nightfall to arrive.
Under his supervision, Ji Lingruo reluctantly practiced her sword dance, as You Su's reason was that even though it was New Year's Eve, lessons couldn't be skipped.
"Not bad, you're increasingly showing the style of a little Sword Immortal."
You Su squinted his eyes in praise, while Ji Lingruo wiped the fragrant sweat off her forehead, snorting at her senior brother's compliment.
