Atop Dragon Head Peak, it was unprecedentedly bustling today.
The heads of the thirty-six branches, Elders, True Disciples, and Inner Gate disciples… even the Outer Gate disciples were present. Tens of thousands in total, all were gathered on the vast cloud platform, looking up at Sect Leader Zhuo Canglang, who stood at the highest point.
For the first time in ages, he had shed his usual tattered Daoist robe. Instead, he had taken out a brocade robe cherished for many years, making him look radiant and spirited. Even the two crows on his shoulders seemed especially lively.
"Children, today is the day the Ancient Sanctuary is about to open!"
"I know you've been waiting for this day... for a long time..."
"Some of you have looked forward to this day since you joined the sect, and some for several years..." Zhuo Canglang's voice paused slightly, his eyes deep and distant. "As for me, I've been waiting for this day for a full eight hundred years!"
