In Shushan, it is the time when the morning bell first rings.
The clouds and mist on the peak had not yet cleared, and thousands of sword lights had already passed through the sky, as if they were about to tear apart the mountain sky. Surrounded by mountains, the main peak of the Nine Meridians of the Shushan Sword Sect stands majestically, and everything above the mountainside is covered in the sea of clouds. If you don't look closely, it really seems to be the residence of an immortal.
At the foot of the mountain, thousands of people lined up in a long queue, stretching from the mountain gate to the official road dozens of miles away. Some of these people were dressed in rich clothes, some were clothed with straw sandals, some were old and some were young, but without exception, they all stretched their necks, stood on tiptoes and looked into the mountain gate.
