Evening.
At the Scripture Pavilion of Jianghai Martial Arts Academy.
Gentle moonlight shone upon the back mountain as the wind rustled through the forest, creating a soft, soughing sound.
A stilted pavilion stood among the mountains.
In front of the pavilion, Elder Li and Li Zixuan were already waiting. One wore a Zhongshan suit and the other an elegant, light-colored dress. Beneath the clear moonlight, the old man and the young woman quietly awaited the arrival of the Venerable from the Heaven-Blasting Gang.
"Xuanxuan, look, is my collar wrinkled again?"
Elder Li, dressed in his Zhongshan suit, turned to Li Zixuan and asked nervously, "When the elder arrives, I can't afford to be disrespectful in his presence."
"It's fine, Teacher."
Li Zixuan came up behind Elder Li and gently smoothed out the wrinkles. "The elders of our Heaven-Blasting Gang aren't hypocrites like Meng Tianxuan. They won't care about your attire."
"That's true."
