The previously quiet courtyard quickly became bustling with life as the Three Immortal Kings, various Dao sect patriarchs, and clan leaders took their seats. The cultivators accompanying them naturally dared not remain on their Immortal Boats, instead descending and gathering around the stone steps.0

Qin Feng and his sister approached Fang Chen with flushed faces, looking uneasy. "Lord Fang, we…" 0

Fang Chen said nothing, merely giving a slight nod of acknowledgment, motioning them to stand with Li Daoye and his group.0

Relieved as if pardoned, the siblings let out a silent breath and quickly joined the others.0

Fang Chen then strolled to the empty plaque at the entrance. Picking up a calligraphy brush, he seemed ready to inscribe something. Yet, just as everyone anticipated his next move, he paused abruptly and turned to face the crowd.0

"Ladies and gentlemen, with the re-establishment of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, some things must no longer be done according to the old ways....0