The sky was just beginning to brighten, and the mountain gate of the Canglan Sect loomed indistinctly amidst the morning mist. Lu Chenyuan dreamed a long and fragmented dream, filled with the clamor of mortal markets, the clash of sword and blade, and faintly visible towering immortal palaces, breathtaking beauties, and vast stretches of misty w The clapper sounding the hour of Yin had just echoed from the village en
