Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Chan had turned nineteen. The change in the Lifespan section of his panel was the best proof.
The new year arrived, bringing a bit of liveliness to the Cyan Yuan Sect and dispelling the sorrow from the departure of so many disciples.
A lot had happened in the Cyan Yuan Sect over the past year, and many disciples had been taken away.
The Merak Sacred Land had taken two groups of people. In the eyes of the Cyan Yuan Sect disciples, these chosen few had been promoted. They had become disciples of a Holy Land, their futures now limitless. Everyone wished they could have been one of them.
Another group had followed the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty to the borderlands. They had already set out before the new year. Rumor had it the fighting was fierce, with heavy casualties.
This bad news was briefly forgotten during the new year's festivities.
