A celebratory atmosphere permeated the Holy Sect.
It was festooned with lanterns and decorations, brimming with joy.
Even the lowest-ranking Demon Disciples received a bonus of five whole Contribution Points on their Iron Orders.
The victory in the great war against the righteous factions had clearly been a huge boon for the Holy Sect...
Having been undercover for ten years without once returning, Qin Xuan felt the Holy Sect looked very different from before.
He had just entered the Outer Sect.
There, he saw a large group of pale-faced Demon Disciples at the Qi Cultivation Third Layer emerging weakly from the Scripture Pavilion, supporting one another.
At the sight of these Demon Cultivators, a wistful sigh escaped Qin Xuan, and an unconscious smile touched his lips.
'How many years has it been since I joined the Holy Sect?'
'Right... It's been fifteen years. I started out just like them!'
"This junior, Duan Ning, pays his respects to Master Qin!"
