The sect bustled with life. Disciples ran through the narrow alleys between their lodgings and storefronts of the various shops that lined the outer court. Apparently it became hectic every year at the same time, the inner sect tournament was due to start.
Three months had passed since the excursion that ended in complete failure. The Supreme Sword Sect accepted the blame for everything that happened and followed through with their words by compensating the other sects for any losses they had received. Li Jun was glad in a way; he didn't want to feel guilty, and by the sounds of things, Xun was just in the wrong place at the wrong time to feel the wrath of the Land Deity.