On a certain peak of the Wudao Sect, the representatives of the five great sects gathered together. This peak was extremely mysterious; only the high-ranking members of the Wudao Sect had the right to know about it.
The four representatives sat quietly, waiting for the organizer of this meeting to speak. Sensing that everyone had arrived, Yun Zhi awoke from her deep contemplation. When she opened her eyes, it was as if countless worlds were reflected within them, teeming with endless time and space, exuding an air of profound mystery. The other four could not help but be momentarily dazed as their gazes met hers.
They were shocked. It had been several years since they last saw Yun Zhi, and even back then, she gave off an unfathomable vibe. Now, years later, that sense of depth was even more pronounced. The Wudao Sect must have been fortunate to have recruited such a genius, especially being the disciple of that old rascal, the Silent Daoist.