The next day.
At the Grand Hall Square of the Wayless Sect.
A figure sat cross-legged, motionless, like an ancient, eternal statue standing tall here, unaffected by the winds and sun, majestic and unyielding.
Upon closer inspection.
It was a bald, middle-aged man.
The man was dressed in a plain black robe, and his shiny bald head severely compromised the solemnity on his face and the dignity of his figure.
This person was none other than Su Qianyuan, the third disciple of the Wayless Sect.
At this moment.
Su Qianyuan was attempting to grasp the enlightenment of the Dao...
Rather than seeking the Dao, it was more appropriate to say he was daydreaming.
From the vigorous and aspiring spirit of last night, to the confused and dazed state of now...
God knows what he went through.
All night long!!
For the entire night!!
Not a single insight had he gained over the course of this night!
