Several people quietly waited without urgency or haste.
As days passed, the snow piled higher and higher, yet every few days it was swept away by an invisible force.
Finally, after fifteen days, a blue light flew through the snowstorm from afar.
The blue light traced a curve through the air and softly landed behind the group, revealing a person.
"Fellow seniors, I am the one here to accept the mission to descend to the Lower Realm."
The person said in a deep voice, greeting with cupped hands.
The group lifted their gaze to look at the newcomer.
With a wooden expression, a robust physique and average features, a red scar, resembling a centipede, rested on his right face. His long black hair draped over his shoulders, giving off a wild and unrestrained aura.
This man appeared to be around thirty years old, likely a late bloomer.
"Let's begin the descent ceremony then," one of the figures in pointed hats muttered softly.
"Alright."
The man nodded.
