The night was as dark as ink.

The Qingyun Sect was bathed in tranquil, peaceful moonlight. Its Mountain Protection Array emitted a faint spiritual glow, like a transparent, colossal bowl that separated the entire sect from the darkness of the outside world.

However, there was something unusual about the darkness tonight.

At the edge of the Inner Sect Disciple residential area on Listening Rain Peak, beneath the shadow of an unremarkable tree, space suddenly rippled like water. A moment later, a blurry figure, almost one with the night, silently emerged.