Ziyun Palace.
The dark clouds hung low across the horizon, blotting out every trace of sunlight. The wind howled beneath their feet, and Yin Mountain lived up to its name, enveloped in a pall of gloomy, spectral mist.
An attending disciple passing through the palace gates watched the streams of fleeing spiritual light flashing across the sky, a look of perplexity on her face. "What is happening? Why are so many seniors arriving all of a sudden?"
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