"Above the moon, above the moon..." Zhang Xiaohua mumbled to herself, looking at Dian Lake that resembled a round moon, lost in thought.
At this time, tents had already been set up all around Dian Lake. Many carriage had also stopped at the foot of the mountain. All the disciples dressed similarly to Wu Ming Hall's disciples and many greeted Zhang Xiaohua's group as they drove in, looking extremely familiar.
Before Zhang Xiaohua and her group could react, a middle-aged man came over and went straight to Peacock who had just gotten off the carriage, saluting her: "Master Kong, you're back. It must have been difficult."
Peacock chuckled and slightly returned the salute, saying, "Lu Steward, it must be hard for you to arrange for so many disciples."
