Day by day, time passed, and in the blink of an eye, more than a month had gone by.
Qing Xuanzi's matter seemed to gradually fade away with time, while the disciples of the East Spirit Immortal Pond continued their daily cultivation, martial arts practice, sparring, and undertaking tasks as usual.
However, everyone could feel an invisible pressure within the sect, making everyone feel somewhat oppressed.
As the annual day for recruiting disciples at the East Spirit Immortal Pond came, Iron Ice City at the foot of the East Spirit Immortal Pond became exceptionally lively.
On this day, two tall men arrived from the south of the city, both seemingly quite young. The one on the left wore a blue long robe, had a thin figure, distinct facial features, and eyes full of determination.
