The next morning.
As the morning light pierced through the cracks of their houses, the undercover disciples, tormented by yesterday's labor and mental anguish, slowly stirred from their light sleep.
However, when they pushed open their doors and stepped out into the wilderness, they froze on the spot.
As far as the eye could see, red carpets stretched out from the doorway of every disciple's residence.
The carpets were short, but they all seemed to point in the same direction.
Spiritual Power swirled in the air, coalescing into a faint halo that hung in the sky, guiding them toward the end of the red carpets.
All signs pointed to one thing: a ceremony was about to begin.
Su Ling'er walked out of her bamboo house, and upon seeing the scene, her heart instantly tensed.
'Wait, why does this scene feel so familiar?'
'Didn't they suddenly pull a bunch of random stuff like this during the last Golden Autumn Harvest Festival?'
