Early morning, Observatory of Profound Mystery.
The bell tolls leisurely, birds linger idly, the treasure banners sway in the wind, and the incense smoke rises towards the blue sky.
As dawn just breaks, a group of Daoists are conducting a ritual inside the Scripture Treasure Hall. The hall doors are tightly closed, but outside, a crowd has gathered.
"What are they doing so early in the morning?"
In the crowd, Zhang Fan squeezed forward.
"Inviting the Seal!" Sui Chunsheng said solemnly, in a low voice.
"Inviting the Seal? What seal are they inviting?"
Zhang Fan looked at the Daoist from the Observatory of Profound Mystery beside him, who had a respectful expression, and couldn't help but lean closer to Sui Chunsheng, lowering his voice.
"Within the Observatory of Profound Mystery lies a Dharma Seal, gifted a hundred years ago by the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family, it's mysterious and spiritual, with vast power." Sui Chunsheng's eyes reflected respect.
