The sun was setting, and the autumn breeze was refreshing.

The sparring in front of the Qingyuan Sect's Main Hall had mostly concluded. The true Sect Masters, powerful heroes, and those who had received invitations from the start were all welcomed into the Main Hall.

Some who had visited the Qingyuan Sect before stood in front of the hall, gazing at the renewed atmosphere of the sect, feeling a sense of nostalgia.

"Back then, the Qingyuan Sect was at its peak, already showing the grandeur of a major sect in Zhenzhou. Later, they voluntarily requested permission from His Majesty to guard the tombs in Ziyang Prefecture."