Yang Jing arrived at the summit of Lingxi Peak, and Lingxi Plaza unfolded before him.
The plaza's layout was orderly and solemn. Directly ahead stood a grand hall—Lingxi Hall, where the Peak Master of Lingxi resided and managed the peak's affairs.
The hall's vermilion pillars stood tall and majestic, and its gray-green tiles were dusted with a thin layer of snow, exuding an aura of steady dignity.
The main doors of the great hall were wide open, facing the center of the plaza and offering an unobstructed view.
At this moment, Lingxi Plaza was already thronged with people, but despite the crowd, it was not chaotic.
The outer sect disciples, clad in green robes, stood packed together in the middle and rear of the plaza, murmuring to one another with expressions full of anticipation.
In contrast, the white-robed Inner Sect Disciples were more spread out, mostly standing near the front of the plaza. They stood tall and straight, their auras calm and steady.
