By evening, the festive atmosphere had intensified even further.
The main hall halfway up Spirit Sword Peak was used, and candle flames as thick as baby arms, against the pitch-black night, twinkled like stars. A group of girls in the prime of their youth, giggling and frolicking, came from the depths of the grove. Among them, a female cultivator holding a moon chrysanthemum lantern exclaimed excitedly, "It's only today that I truly opened my eyes. Head of Guan is so amazing, I feel like switching to becoming a mage too."
"Yes, look at that Lightning Chain, only True Person could withstand it. I ask, who below the True Person could easily seize its edge?"
"That's because True Person let it happen. Mages need to chant, and the more powerful the spell, the more time it needs for preparation. Cultivators are different, who would foolishly wait for you to finish chanting?"
