In Spirit Creek Town at the foot of Spirit Sword Mountain, the previously shabby Ru Family Inn was now a bustling place full of guests. The small wooden building had been demolished and a ten storied high rise building had been built to replace it and usually, every floor was overcrowded. The innkeeper was no longer alone as wonderful chefs from all over the Nine Regions were busy here, serving a variety of delicious food.
At this time, in the lobby of the first floor of the inn, several cultivators in different Daoist robes were talking and laughing while drinking fine wine. One of them was a young man who looked twenty-five or twenty-six years old dressed in a blue and white robe.