Lazy Swordsman

The sky was dim, the morning glow reflected on the mountain gate of the sect, and the ancient plaque shone brightly in the sunlight. The Sect Trial, a large-scale event held every three years, is about to kick off in this mysterious land. The trial square was buzzing with people. Disciples from all peaks gathered here, their faces filled with anticipation and nervousness. Some disciples were gearing up and preparing to show off their skills in this trial; others seemed a little nervous, worried that they would not be able to stand out among the many elites.