Three days passed quietly in focused meditation.

On the floating jade platform, the number of meditation mats increased, almost filling every spot.

Every disciple sitting cross-legged emitted a formidable aura, at least at the eighth level of Qi refining, with some even reaching the ninth and tenth levels.

All eyes, whether bright or dark, were filled with fervor and determination, fixed on the empty seat at the front of the platform, symbolizing supreme glory and status—the position of the sect master's personal disciple.