Mu Xiaochuan floated out of the Purple Cloud Hall, feeling as if he were walking on clouds, a sense of indescribable comfort enveloping him. Sect Master Xuanyangzi's seemingly stern yet actually protective "admonition," the guaranteed spot at the "Xiaoque Dynasty Dao Discourse Gathering," and the "privilege" of freely using the sect's warehouse had left him in high spirits.

Humming a tuneless melody, he leisurely made his way back to Yunqi Peak.

As he approached the Listening Bamboo Pavilion, he keenly sensed that the courtyard seemed... rather lively?

Landing at the gate, he took a closer look and, goodness!