Antarctic Immortal Mansion, to the west of the Scripture Transmission Hall, there is a vast plaza, now filled with disciples waiting for a long time.
The crowd, some sitting cross-legged in silent meditation, their eyes closed, surrounding themselves with pure Dao Rhyme aura.
Some gathered in groups of three or five, whispering, their tones full of expectation and solemnity, with no one making noise.
All of them are carefully selected talents of the Immortal Mansion, with calm and steady dispositions, and even if they harbor intentions of apprenticing, they show no impetuousness.
Their eyes are all set on the entrance of the Scripture Transmission Hall, quietly waiting for the first public sermon of the new Hall Master, Dharma Master Pan Wu.
Suddenly, three subtle fluctuations of aura swept across the plaza, attracting the attention of some people.
