The Sword Discussion Conference is approaching, and the atmosphere at the Taixu Gate has suddenly become tense.
From top to bottom, everyone is holding tight to a thread in their hearts.
Elder Master Xun has not shown his face for a long time.
Now, all the Formation classes, from lesson preparation, teaching, to homework correction, are all handled by Mo Hua alone.
Elder Master Xun, on the other hand, has become a hands-off shopkeeper, sitting quietly in the Elder's Residence, wholeheartedly and tirelessly deducing something day and night.
Even the Taixu Sect Master is not that leisurely.
When Mo Hua went to feed the Big White Dog, he occasionally saw the Sect Leader a few times and found that he looked somewhat haggard, with his thick black hair finally beginning to fall out.
Moreover, the Elders that Mo Hua encounters are all hurrying about, with solemn expressions, each busily preparing for the various matters of the Sword Discussion Conference.
