In the center of Crescent Lake was a small island.
The island's scenery was beautiful, with lush trees and flowers that bloomed year-round. Pavilions and halls had been built, making it very popular with Martial Artists.
A small boat pulled up to the shore, and several young people disembarked.
"So many people."
Ning Ding's gaze swept around, noticing many black-canopied boats by the shore. The milling figures were all from the younger generation.
"There have always been a lot of Martial Artists who come here for leisure. And with the end of the year approaching, it's normal for it to be more crowded than usual."
Ning Feng said, a hint of pride on his face, "But the gathering is being held in the center. Those who weren't invited aren't qualified to enter Crescent Manor."
"Alright, let's go."
Ning Feng waved his hand, about to lead the group inside.
"Look! Someone's coming."
