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In the Council Hall.
Rows of meditation cushions were neatly arranged at the center of the grand hall.
There must have been hundreds, and each one appeared younger than those at Xuanxu Temple.
Qingyun and Lan Junyan were the first to enter the hall, choosing a spot in the first row at random. They flipped their robes and sat down cross-legged.
The other teachers who had received the message also entered the hall in an orderly manner.
And took their seats in the second row, one by one.
Of course, not all seats were filled.
As time ticked by, the surface of the Council Hall was silent and still.
But beneath the silence, the assembly of teachers had formed a group to transmit messages secretly, chatting animatedly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, what message do you think the Upper Realm has passed down this time that the Old Dean has summoned all teachers to the Council Hall?
