The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 1417

Perched among the magnificent mountain range that stretched for 10, 000 miles was the Magic Hand Sect.

It was one spectacular scenery – many would call it blessed, even – enveloped in cloud and mist, as well as gorgeous peaks and rare species of plants and beasts.

Grand palaces, exquisite pavilions, and intricately detailed terraces abound this region, ready to leave anyone who would catch a glimpse of it in awe.

Perhaps, what drew anyone and everyone further in this side of the continent in such a subtle and mysterious way was the refreshing and intoxicating scent of elixir, which was abundantly being developed at the Magic Hand Sect.

There was so much to celebrate at the Magic Hand Sect, especially today, as their leader Lyman would officially take a disciple.

With the cheerfully busy vibe in the atmosphere, it was, needless to say, a celebration of high importance.

Every member of the Sect, from elders to youngsters, was engaged in decorating their homes and establishments with lanterns and streamers.

Guests from other sects had confirmed their attendance, so it was a must for the people of the Magic Hand Sect to fully prepare, and thus, ultimately demonstrate their Sect's strength.

The ceremony would be held at the Magic Hand Plaza, an expansive assembly venue in the headquarters

where significant events took place.

The sun seemed to join the festivities as well, emitting gentle yet vibrant rays that made the sea of ornaments in the Plaza, including red lanterns and colorful silk ribbons, shine brighter.

This kind of celebration might've given the New Year festive proceedings a run for its money.

In the middle of the Plaza, a platform that spanned hundreds of square meters was put up, with rows and rows of tables and chairs and an elegant array of precious fruits, fine tea, and delicate pastries.

Not everyone could sit there, though. The area was set up specifically for important figures, namely leaders and elders from other sects.

Others who did not fall under those categories should sit wherever around the Plaza.

The ceremony was scheduled at noon.

Delegates from other sects were expected to arrive soon.

Meanwhile, outside the Magic Hand Sect there was a wooden zone

where a bright light flashed across the sky

and took a sudden halt in the middle of this area.

Such bright light could only come from a powerful force: Austin's Dragon and Phoenix Chariot.

Austin, Angus, and the others stepped out of the carriage.

Then, with a wave, Austin's Dragon and Phoenix Chariot disappeared in a flick.

Angus gazed, with immense nostalgia, at the enormous mountain range before them.

"Hey, Magic Hand Sect, I'm back."

Angus murmured to himself, feeling partly excited and partly lost to have found his way back home.

To return after all these years brought complicated emotions within him.

He wasn't just any person in the Magic Hand Sect. Angus built its headquarters from scratch – all by himself.

Austin turned to his friend to assure him that their plan would work.

"Angus, when the right time comes, you will show up and stun the hell out of Lyman. For now, you must hide."

The gifted builder agreed.

Thus, Austin sent Angus to the City model using his applicable teleportation skill.

And then, with his bodily movement skill, he, along with Godwin, Peter and Julius rushed towards the Magic Hand Sect.

Back at the Magic Hand Plaza, things proceeded as planned.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a grey robe and smelled of freshly made elixir, was welcoming the special guests.

He stood at the Plaza entrance, all decent and gentle, a mark of someone highly noble and respectable.

At the Semi-emperor Realm, a man that looked celestial yet kind was treading his path with an exceedingly strong vital energy force surrounding him. The sleeves of his majestic robe fluttered in the cool breeze, while his face had an amiable aura because of his smile.