Cheongmyeong climbed to the top of Yeonhwa Peak and quietly gazed up at the sky.
There was no longer a need to hide his martial arts, but perhaps due to the habits formed during his training, he felt at ease only when he stood atop Yeonhwa Peak.
After staring at the sky for a long time, Cheongmyeong turned his head to look down at the volcano beneath him.
"Hmm."
He had crossed one mountain.
Yet, he still felt far from satisfied.
"There are still countless miles to go."
Knowing that impatience could lead to trouble, he nonetheless felt a subtle urgency in his heart.
The achievements of the three great disciples were not slow.
If they continued on this path, one day they would become masters whom no one in the world would dare to underestimate.
However, that was a matter for the distant future.
At present, the volcano was still a weak and unremarkable sect.
"This is what it means to lead."
He felt a heavy burden on his shoulders.
Now, whenever something happened, the disciples instinctively looked back at Cheongmyeong.
There had been countless similar moments in the past, but there was a clear difference between the gazes of his senior brothers back then and those of his current disciples.
"It must have been hard for my senior brothers."