The moonlight carried a wooden raft as it descended from the heavens.
A man stood atop the raft—he was none other than Song Lin.
"Greetings, Taixu Immortal!"
Ju Wuba led the bowing, while the other Taoists put down their work to pay their respects.
These were the core disciples of the Door of Wonders, numbering sixty-five in total, each possessing Small Circulation cultivation.
Ju Wuba and Zhang Fuheng had comparable strength, both merely a half-step away from achieving Grand Circulation.
"Brief me on the current situation."
Song Lin hadn't concerned himself with mortal affairs for decades.
"Currently, the headquarters of the Door of Wonders has sixty-five cultivators at the level of Small Circulation, while externally there are eighty-three Small Circulation cultivators and seven hundred thirty-five disciples at the Inspiration Realm, scattered across various states. Most are local scholar-elites and influencers."
