Early morning of 21st December.
Meng Chuan sat in bed and gently caressed his blade that was cold and sharp to the touch.
"My twelve years of cultivation has been for this very day," Meng Chuan murmured softly. The day for the Archean Mountain entrance examination was finally here. He had been waiting a long time for this day to come.
Meng Chuan thought of many people at that very moment. His father, mother, grandaunt, clan leader, Third Elder, and many other clan elders hoped that he could enter Archean Mountain.
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In a nearby room, Meng Dajiang stared at a painting hanging on the wall. It was a painting of his wife.