Wutong Peak, Cultivation Hall.
Wen Miner was meditating with her eyes closed, cultivating in the Cultivation Hall of Wutong Peak as usual. On regular days, Ning Shan would be teaching others here. Since Ning Shan had entered closed-door cultivation, naturally, no disciples of Wutong Peak came anymore, and gone were the days of hustle and bustle. Nevertheless, Wen Miner still stayed and cultivated alone, silently and diligently. But today was different. For some reason, the Wonderous Palace seemed unusually lively today. Outside the Cultivation Hall, there was clearly nobody, yet whispers of commotion still reached her ears.
"Direct... disciple... can't... be..."
The intermittent voices kept coming.
Wen Miner frowned and opened her eyes. What was happening?
"What about a direct disciple?" she murmured.
