In Heyang City, not far from the Qingyun Sect, sunlight poured over a quiet courtyard.
An old man with gray hair and a weathered face sat leisurely on a dilapidated wooden chair in the middle of the courtyard, squinting comfortably as he basked in the warm sun.
Outside this small courtyard, a group of people dressed in vibrant yellow robes stood in neat rows, every single one of them wearing a solemn expression.
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