The plaza atop Feather Peak wasn't large, measuring just over ten zhang in length and width.
The ground, paved with bluestone slabs, was kept clean and smooth. It was encircled by lush greenery, and as the morning mist dissipated, sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows that lent the space a tranquil and solemn air.
Chief Elder Ouyang Jingxuan stood at the head of the plaza, his posture erect. Despite his advanced age, he possessed a profound and imposing presence, like a still abyss or a towering mountain.
Chu Yunhai and Yang Jing flanked him, their solemn gazes fixed upon him. Their expressions were intent, not daring a moment of laxity. They even deliberately quieted their breathing, afraid of missing a single detail.
Ouyang Jingxuan spoke slowly, his voice calm. "Are you ready?"
The two nodded in unison. "We are ready!"
