Although this Yuelu Mountain before him had not yet birthed its own Spirituality, it had already taken the most crucial step.
The rest would simply be a matter of time and accumulation.
'As expected of a Holy Land. The entirety of Yuelu Mountain could probably be used as a Weapon now, one that could rival any Divine Weapon.' Wang Xiao thought to himself.
As he was lost in thought,
WHOOSH—
A ray of light, riding on a gentle breeze, appeared not far from him.
The light receded, revealing an old gentleman in a blue Confucian robe. His features were proper and well-defined, and his hair was bound by a tall crown.
This old master exuded an ineffable scholarly elegance, like a scholar-official from ancient times, yet also like an earnest student dedicated to his studies.
Upon seeing him, one word would involuntarily surface in one's mind: Rules!
This old master before him radiated an aura of rules from head to toe.
