Outside the mountain-protecting formation of the Qingmu Sect, a few junior disciples were performing menial chores, sweeping fallen leaves from the bluestone steps on the outer mountain slope. As they swept, one muttered, "The Dharma Battle Tournament is still nearly a year away, yet Master has us out here sweeping all day. What's the point of sweeping it so clean? The tournament isn't even being held in our sect."
An older disciple beside him, around fourteen or fifteen years old with an honest, simple-faced appearance, was currently using a wooden ladle to sprinkle water from a bucket onto the bluestone slabs. As he splashed the water, he said, "We just do whatever Master tells us to do. Why do you have to complain so much? I wonder where it's going to be held this time?"
The young disciple who had been sweeping leaned in with a mysterious expression and whispered, "I heard Chen Zhihuai from the Qiudao Hall mention it. It seems it's going to be held at the Lingbao Sect this time."
Chapter 192