Half a month later.
Little Yue Mountain was decorated with lanterns and colorful banners, more festive than any holiday celebration.
A group of cultivators, young and old, led by Aaron, gathered in the square early to wait for the return of their clansmen.
As time went by, there was still no sign of them in the eastern dome of heaven.
Some of the monks began to feel restless. Li Yaotian lowered his eyelids, lost in thought.
Only Aaron remained calm, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, waiting patiently.
At noon.
A flash of light appeared on the eastern skyline, and a giant floating boat emerged.
"They're here!"
Many people from the Li Family shouted excitedly.
The flying boat slowly docked, and escape lights flew down from it.
When people saw the attire of the figures within the escape light, the entire Li Family fell silent.
Those descending from the sky were dressed in plain white mourning clothes, a stark contrast to the festive atmosphere of Little Yue Mountain.
