The annual meeting of the Misty Sect was not complicated.
Hanging lanterns, posting Spring Festival couplets, New Year's Eve dinner, poetry reading, sparring on the spot, cutting fruit, handing out red envelopes.
Ye Feng was very generous.
With a single gesture, he gave a middle-grade Spiritual Artifact to each person.
The Elders were not stingy either.
Some put Spirit Stones in the red envelopes, some secret techniques, some Spiritual Medicines, and some inserted cultivation insights.
The disciples blindly unwrapped gift boxes, filled with surprise.
Inside the Misty Sect, laughter and joyful voices were endless.
When everyone had their fill of fun, Ye Feng and Hu Feifei walked side by side to the summit of Misty Peak, looking at the Elders, disciples, Spiritual Beasts, and Stewards in the sect who were chatting idly, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"The atmosphere in the sect has always been good, which is really nice!"
Ye Feng smiled.
