When Chen Jianxin and his group arrived at Wuji Peak by immortal ship, the dawn sun had already risen in the distant sky.
Due to days of fatigue and a sleepless night, many Wuji Sect disciples were yawning as soon as they disembarked, unable to open their eyes in the glaring morning sunlight.
At Jinyue's suggestion, everyone decided to return to their quarters to rest this morning and study the mysteries of the Nine-Color Compass together after waking up in the evening.
"Brother Chen, Senior Jinyue, we're off too!"
"Good night... oh no, I guess it's good morning now."
Watching the last batch of disciples leave, swaying on their feet, Jinyue's slightly tired face broke into a smile as she waved to them.
After everyone had gone, Jinyue glanced at Chen Jianxin beside her. The young man's eyes were bloodshot from the night's exertion, but his overly excited and tense mental state kept him focused on studying the compass needle.
