Zhenyang Sect.
Xiyue Peak.
Halfway up the mountain, white mist billows, streams cascade, resembling a fairyland.
Among the pavilions made of jade, a grand hall stands tall, with a plaque made of white jade inscribed — Bright Moon Hall.
Whenever there is something important in the peak, the Peak Master would gather all disciples in Bright Moon Hall to make announcements.
Today, all disciples of Xiyue Peak are gathered once again in Bright Moon Hall.
However, the hall does not seem as solemn and heavy as before. The spacious and bright hall is filled with disciples clinking glasses, exchanging cups, full of laughter and joy.
"This time, we Xiyue Peak took the first place in the sect competition, let's see who dares to look down on us now!"
"Peak Master Sang Yue just passed away, and the other Five Peaks covet us, but Senior Sister stood up and suppressed the Five Peaks!"
