The city of Biramaki after the Dragon Boat Festival was quiet and deserted like a ghost town. The beach which had been crowded with people celebrating just days ago, now only had traces of fading crowds scattered everywhere: colorful pieces of paper, loose ribbons fluttering in the wind, and scattered fine sand that glistened under the pale sunlight.After Qi Yu's unexpected departure that left questions unanswered, Rong Tian's life returned to its original course without her presence. He accompanied his father whose health was gradually improving with each passing day, or chose to be alone in contemplation, wandering down quiet streets with hands clasped behind his back.However, every night when darkness fell over the city, one certain goal haunted him like an obsession he couldn't shake. The Imperial Cemetery called to him with promises of power and advancement beyond mortal limits."My cultivation progress is too rapid for my foundation to stabilize properly," he murmured to himse

Rong Tian sitting several tables behind them in a shadowy corner, listened intently with every fiber of his being, his attention fully focused on the conversation unfolding before him. His hands clenched the teacup with increasing pressure, creating fine cracks on its porcelain surface that spread like spider webs, a sign that his mind was working hard to process the implications of what he heard."Does this have anything to do with the State Teacher's plan to ignite war?" Rong Tian thought to himself with growing suspicion, his dark eyes flashing with barely concealed wariness, a bad feeling beginning to envelop him like a suffocating blanket.Other tea house patrons also moved closer with chairs scraping against wooden floors, curiosity overcoming their natural shyness and caution. A plump merchant dragged his chair closer with obvious eagerness written on his flushed face, while a woman in green silk pretended to adjust her hairpin while eavesdropping with practiced subtlety, tryin

Early morning on Qingyun Mountain shrouded in a thin mist that gently blew through ancient pine trees, the air was filled with extraordinary bustle and anticipation. The disciples of the Pure Sky Sect moved like a row of graceful white cranes gliding across still water, prepared themselves in their ceremonial robes that marked this special occasion.The pristine white robes reflect the morning sunlight filtering through clouds, creating a mesmerizing scene that drew gasps from onlookers. They march in perfect formation with synchronized steps along the narrow path leading to the main arena at the summit of the mountain, where the grand ceremony is about to begin and change the fate of many.A guest from the Four Star Sect named Liu Wei whose reputation for keen observation was well known, whispered to his companion from the Three Star Sect, Zhang Hui. "Look at the disciples of the Pure Sky Sect with attention! Their movements are so graceful and refined, full of discipline that speaks

Rong Tian sat calmly among the gathered masses, blending in with the cultivators of the Three Star Sect who chatted amongst themselves.His simple white robe was almost invisible in the crowd of varied colors, but his sharp eyes never stopped observing with practiced vigilance, scanning the arena with an eagle like gaze that missed no detail, waiting for the event to begin.Meanwhile at the foot of Qingyun Mountain where the main entrance stood, right at the massive entrance gate carved with protective symbols, chaos erupted suddenly, spreading like a plague through gathered disciples.The disciples of the Pure Sky Sect gathered in a frenzy with weapons drawn, their faces overcome by a suffocating panic that made breathing difficult."Look at them lying there!" screamed a disciple with voice cracking from fear, his voice trembling with terror as he pointed a shaking finger, pointing at five of his comrades lying helplessly on the ground like fallen trees."They collapsed suddenly with

Everyone was stunned and frozen in place, unable to believe the words that had just come out of Zhao Hua's mouth with such venom.Even Guang Jiang, the respected leader of the Sword of Light Sect whose reputation was unquestionable, looked startled with eyes widening, taking a step back as if struck by an electric shock.He moved away from the girl deliberately, as if unwilling to have his name tarnished by association with such foolishness."Zhao Hua! Stop talking immediately! You've gone too far this time!" Chang Zhong whispered frantically while grabbing her arm, trying to pull the girl back to sit down and salvage the situation, but it was too late for redemption.The words had already been spoken and carried across the arena, and fate had been sealed by her own tongue.However, Zhao Hua had already been blinded by burning jealousy that consumed reason, like an inferno that never dies and destroys everything."Look at their clothes covered in cheap beads that glitter falsely! Like