「The next morning.」
The morning sun enveloped Qingxuan Mountain, the curved eaves of the mountain palaces appearing even more majestic in the light.
A morning breeze swept by, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, along with the unique coolness of the mountains.
Fang Han stood in the courtyard's open space, his Cloud Splitting Sword angled toward the ground. With his eyes closed in concentration, he prepared to begin his daily swordsmanship practice.
Although his Sky-Splitting Sword Technique had reached Minor Achievement, he couldn't afford to slack off in his cultivation.
He took a deep breath, and just as he was about to draw his sword—
Hasty footsteps sounded from outside the courtyard gate.
"Senior Brother, a disciple from the Sect Leader's Hall is asking to see you. He says the Sect Leader has summoned you to the Sect Leader's Hall immediately."
Qiu Lan's voice, tinged with a degree of solemnity, came from the courtyard gate.
"The Sect Leader is summoning me?"
