In recent days, the Wandao Sect has been exceptionally lively due to the approaching 20,000th birthday celebration of the Sect Master.
The sects, dynasties, and families invited to congratulate were too numerous to count, and for a time, the entire mountain gate of the Wandao Sect was filled with a lot of noise.
Lu Jin'an was equally busy.
The elders of various factions were hosted by Zeng Suqin, the Deputy Sect Master in charge of the Taisu Hall in Wandao Sect, but the younger generation had to be entertained by Lu Jin'an, the senior disciple.
Early in the morning after finishing his exercises, Lu Jin'an walked out of the bathhouse of Qingyi Palace to the outer room. He looked at the uniform neatly folded on the rack and then at the empty laundry basket beside it.
The training clothes he had changed out of had disappeared once again.