The birdsong of the early morning, crisp and surpassing each note, felt like welcoming a new life upon first opening one's eyes. Today's air was distinct from the usual, particularly fresh, and it struck one with a profound sense of exhilaration from deep within the moment they woke.
You know, to reach the Guanghua Hall where the Grand Qian Banquet was held, one needed to traverse a long bronze causeway. And on this day, the bronze floor tiles were scrubbed until they shone exceptionally bright.
It was clearly visible—etched onto each bronze tile were talismans that no one besides the Venerables of the Sanqing Xun could decipher. It was said that the characters on the bronze slabs were created by the Venerables of the Sanqing Xun, each character a code upon itself, and the root code, known only to the three Venerables of the Sanqing Xun.
