With a flick from Elder Guo's slave, a jade of vibrant purple soared through the air, captivating the onlookers. Hundreds of hands instinctively reached out, skillfully catching the jades mid-flight. As the jades were securely held, a collective gesture of respect unfolded. Heads bowed and bodies inclined in a reverent bow towards the esteemed elders.
"Thank you, elders!" A chorus of voices erupted simultaneously, their gratitude echoing through the cavernous entrance. Each time a disciple's silhouette passed through the pitch-black void, a fleeting glimmer of light danced in the darkness. However, as time wore on, the once bustling crowd gradually dissipated, leaving behind only the haunting howl of the chilling wind.
Yet, not all disciples ventured into the secret realm. Several remained behind, entrusted with the task of guarding against intruders from rival sects seeking entry into the sacred grounds.
