As the end of the year approached, although the cultivation world was ablaze with turmoil and chaos, the mountain gates across the land were still filled with the lively atmosphere of preparing for the new year.0

Wang Sheng, who had the Sword-Pressing Stone on his back, had not notified anyone in advance that they were coming. Hence, no one came out to greet them when they made their way up the mountain.0

Around this time of the year, Daoist sects would hold offerings to their forefathers and make sure that the spirit tablets connected to their Daoist heritage always had incense offerings.0

Most Daoist sects revered the Three Pure Ones. Beneath the spirit tablets of the Three Pure Ones were the tablets of each sect's forefathers. Qing Yanzi, for one, would pay respects to Lu the Progenitor during the holidays, while the Shu Sword Sect made offerings to Qing Feng Zhenren.0

Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan walked all the way to the Shu Sword Sect's mountain gate. The two disciples guarding the gate were momentarily stunned. 0

"Elder Fei Yu is back for the new year!" one of them immediately shouted toward the Daoist temple.0

"What nonsense are you shouting—ahem! Elder Fei Yu brought his wife back for the new year!"0

Wang Sheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Couldn't...0