In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
A short while later, all the disciples finally fell out of the grey light sphere and quickly gathered together according to their respective sects.
It was at this moment that an icy voice from the other end of the grey light sphere rose,
"Listen well, the entrance is sustained longer than initially due to the blessings of Taoist Friend Murong's treasured item. You have enough time to stay inside the secret realm for a full month and a half before returning here. Remember, just a month and a half. If you are late, you can forget about ever leaving."
As soon as Elder Lengyue's words ceased, the grey light sphere returned to absolute silence.