5 years later.
Barren Cloud Heavenly Palace.
In the main palace, the Palace Master was in a meeting with the 6 peak masters.
"The situation at the frontline is currently very tense, most of the equipment there are heavily damaged, so the Divinities have requested us to quickly forge a great amount of armour and weapons to replenish supplies" the Palace Master spoke.
"Leave it to our Grey Crane peak" one of the peak masters spoke.
Grey Crane peak's disciples were experts at the 6 arts, so normally supplies were left to them.
The Palace Master nodded: "That's good to hear. Additionally, we've obtained intelligence that the Desolate world has recently dispatched a group of Nether Soul Demons. To prevent them from infiltrating our bases, our sound cultivators will need to be sent to the frontlines"
The peak masters all glanced at a certain girl.
The girl was sitting cross-legged on her chair with an emerald green flute in her hand.
