The over a hundred thousand disciples of the six great peaks were divided and gathered at Spirit Artisan Peak and Myriad Transformations Peak, patrolling day and night.
Everyone feared for their lives. Not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.
By comparison, Broken Sword Peak alone remained the most leisurely.
Every day, Sylra continued his peaceful retirement life. Either sitting in his rocking chair drinking tea or sleeping while soaking in the sun.
As for Alex, he strolled idly through the woods. Admiring the beautiful scenery daily. Keeping company with the birds and spirit beasts. Cultivating his moral character and nourishing his nature. As happy as an immortal.
The calm composure of these two made Broken Sword Peak as peaceful as usual.
As if the sect's chaos had absolutely nothing to do with them.
That day, at dusk.
At Spirit Artisan Peak, Aya had prepared the wine and food. Packing them into a wooden food box.
