Early the next morning, just as the sky began to lighten, several figures had already gathered at the gates of the Qingxuan Sect.
Fang Han stood at the forefront, clad in a silver-striped cyan robe with the Flowing Wind Sword hanging from his waist, his expression serene.
The morning breeze swept past, lifting a few strands of black hair from his forehead, making his gaze seem even more profound.
At his side, Yun Qianyue was veiled in purple gauze, her eyes cold and clear.
Li Feng cradled a long saber, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's.
Huang Ling'er wore a goose-yellow martial outfit, looking nimble and lively.
Shi Meng, meanwhile, was burly, his aura heavy and profound.
The five of them were all genius disciples from the Sub-Branches, now reunited for this investigation.
Besides them, there was a middle-aged man of about forty, dressed in a Steward's Robe.
