The Pasun Festival concluded successfully. Although the ritual dedicated to Pasun was solemnly conducted, it lasted less than half a shichen. As someone remarked, the current Pasun Festival was akin to a celebration.
With the grand festival over, only the aftermath remained. The General Commander mobilized seventy percent of the Divine Sect's forces and completed the cleanup in just two days. He believed that swiftly finishing the cleanup, even if it paralyzed operations for a day or two, was better in the long run.
Perhaps because of this, the Divine Sect regained its tranquility as if the previous atmosphere had never existed. Just as a gentle breeze feels particularly cold after a hot summer, the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect seemed exceptionally quiet after the bustling festival.
"Are you okay?"
"Huff! Huff!"
Covered in sweat, Ma Dongpil was panting with his hands on the ground. Seoryang smiled slyly. Without a drop of sweat on him, he casually rested the Dragon Scale Blade on his shoulder, and his face even looked radiant.
"You're doing well. You're improving day by day."
"Huff huff! Th-thank you!"
"No need to thank me. You getting stronger means I'm safer. Just think of it as an investment."