Yet it was also the same thing he needed if he wanted to get stronger and stand by Yun Shu's side proudly.
Around them, cultivators surged forward, shouting oaths and names of sects, summoning protective auras as a frenzy began.
The golden halo of the divine artifact continued to pulse across the lake, bathing everything in its heavenly light. Cultivators surged toward the lotus pavement, their spiritual auras igniting the air in brilliant streaks of light. Martial arts forms whirled, talismans glimmered, and sect leaders barked commands to their disciples as the frenzy escalated.
Yun Shu, still seated on her picnic mat beside Bai Yunxian, tilted her head, taking in the scene. She had expected something grand, something mystical, something worthy of the countless hours of waiting, preparation, and gossip that had surrounded this divine event.
And yet…
