Joy Sect, a mountain peak enshrouded in drifting clouds and fog, piercing golden light shooting straight into the sky. Su Li squinted slightly, listening to Xu Qingchuan, the young child, reciting the Daoist Scripture. Sensing the activity outside, the corners of her mouth curled into a slight smile, catching the eyes of Changsheng and others seated below her.
After parting with Su Li, Changsheng and several others had traveled thousands of miles and finally reached the mountain gate of Joy Sect.
Upon arrival, they were arranged to recite various Daoist Scriptures alongside a five-year-old child.
Although they did not understand the purpose, they took the task seriously, knowing that the elder must have had her reasons.
Until now, Changsheng felt as if he was on clouds, as if in a dream.
It turned out that Daoist Lord Su Li had already achieved high-level Mahayana cultivation.
Now, to their disbelief, they were taken under the wing of a Dacheng Ancestor.
