The next day, early morning.
As the morning sun rose, dense fog rolled in.
Golden sunlight bathed Mystic Moon Island, as if draping the entire island in a robe sewn with golden threads and jade.
On the edge of the island, atop a square.
Crowds surged and noise abounded, with a great number of cultivators seated around tables on both sides.
Elder Lu Tiande, too, sat cross-legged on the Jade Platform, his aura somewhat disordered, yet his face bore a smile.
He had waited decades for this day.
The tables were laden with various Spirit Fruits and Spiritual Wine; the air was filled with wafts of their fragrant aroma.
Numerous mortal maids wove through the crowd, topping up the Spiritual Wine at each table. The core disciples of the Lu Family sat separately in the south, the whole venue bustling with activity.
At this moment, at the foot of the mountain within a cave.
Lu Li and Wang Family's Ancestor sat beside a jade table, conversing.
