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Qiu Changtian and the others entered the White Jade Capital, only to see that pavilions, towers, and terraces still floated amidst the clouds afar, their roofs made of liuli and the balustrades of white jade, all radiating the grandeur of an Immortal Sect.
Since the group didn't know each other well, and given they all had sect missions to attend to, they didn't engage in much idle chatter. Instead, they each quickly took control of their flying swords and dispersed, heading towards the towers corresponding to their respective ranks.
As the first rank, Qiu Changtian came to the number one tower closest to the plaza of the White Jade Capital and entered.
After the twelve of them had taken their places, they suddenly heard the sound of evening drums and morning bells coming from the distance, resonating like the grand music of Buddhist chants, deafening and awe-inspiring.
Then, a deep male voice and a soft female voice sang in unison: