Tonight, the disciples of the Crimson Snow Sect were not going to have a peaceful sleep. Every mountain peak was alive, huts lit up well past midnight, walls bearing witness to many hushed voices and intense debates.
Han Xuhan's attempts to fan the flames around his business scheme had been conducted through rumors that not many trusted, but the incident during Xuanyuan Zhou's lecture had wiped the slate clean to begin a new mode of publicity.
Everyone had seen the heavenly phenomenon encompassing Crimson Snow Sect's evening sky, the soundless lightning bolts storming the Heavenly Hailstorm Mountain Peak, and the panicking, airborne figures of their Elders, their Mountain Masters, and the Sect Master himself.
