Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

The next day, the third quarter of the hour of xu, Main Peak's Heavenly Pivot Pavilion.

Usually, this hall symbolizing the sect's highest council only opened for major events. Tonight, however, it was brightly lit, bright as day.

Steward disciples had already instructed menial servants to light all seventy-two bronze crane-beak lamps in the plaza before the pavilion.

The night wind swept past. Lamp shadows swayed.

Several menial servant disciples hurried past the corridor carrying oil cans, lowering their voices in conversation:

"Recently it's truly troubled times... Peak Master Luo just passed, and Cloudwater Upper Sect had another incident."

"How could such great matters concern the likes of us? Just do our duties well."

"I heard tonight all elders of ‘Terrestrial Balance Position’ and above must come. I'm afraid there are more changes afoot."

Before the words fell, they saw figures approaching from various peak directions, the lowest being True Origin realm cultivation.