Chapter 115: The Merchant Guild
After a simple meal, Chen Qing returned to the sect.
Having been away for several months, and with the "Mysterious Nether True Water Art" breaking through to the first layer, it was a good time to return to Five Terraces Sect to have a look and copy the "Crimson Sun Heart-Burning Formula" and "Eight Desolations Mountain-Suppressing Formula" along the way.
The cold wind was like a knife, rolling up frost and whipping against the icy stone steps of Five Terraces Sect's mountain gate.
The surface of Dingbo Lake had long since frozen, forming a deathly still expanse of glazed ice.
Qingmu Courtyard was unusually lively compared to its usual quiet state. The martial arts training ground was crowded with figures as disciples either exercised their muscles or gathered in small groups for hushed conversations, much livelier than usual.
Chen Qing's gaze swept across the square in front of the hall, passing over many unfamiliar faces.
These newly admitted junior brothers wore luxurious clothing and carried extraordinary bearing, clearly wealthy young masters who had knocked on the mountain gate in the past half year with generous "enrollment gifts."
The surrounding disciples were discussing animatedly, with the central topic invariably revolving around the sect's grand ceremony four months later.
"Have you heard? Four months from now, the sect's grand celebration will be personally presided over by the sect master!"