After everyone had finished their meal, a young, honest-looking cultivator of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight walked into the hall.
He cupped his fists in salute to the crowd and said in a deep voice, "My name is Wei Yi. I am a Transmission Disciple of the Spirit Dao Institute. The Dean has sent me to escort you all into the sect."
The youths all rose and stepped forward to greet him. "Greetings, Brother Wei."
Brother Wei's gaze swept across their faces. He nodded and said, "Forty-five people. Everyone's here. Follow me to the Spirit Dao Institute."
Han Chi County had seven mountain peaks. Wendao Peak, home to the Spirit Dao Institute, stood at the center, nestled among the others.
Wendao Peak was only a little over three hundred zhang high, but nourished by Spiritual Qi, ancient trees soared into the sky, their canopies forming a lush cover. Everywhere one looked, there were rare flowers and exotic herbs emitting an alluring, fresh fragrance.
