The Qingyun Mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist.
Lin Mo stood in front of the mountain gate, looked up at the towering stone steps, and took a deep breath. After ten years of hard training, today I finally waited for the Qingyun Sect's disciple acceptance ceremony.
Hundreds of young people have gathered in front of the mountain gate, all of them are in high spirits and their eyes are shining with expectation. Lin Mo clenched the wooden sword at his waist, which was the only relic left to him by his father before his death.
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