Golden Sun Pavilion was the venue for Fate Crane Sect's disciple-acceptance banquet, and the hall was already packed with guests.
These were representative figures from the various sects and schools within Han Prefecture. Under ordinary circumstances, they would have been difficult to gather in one place. Now they chatted freely among themselves, and the atmosphere was lively.
Yet amid the clamor, slow footsteps sounded. Everyone turned toward the entrance, and the hall abruptly fell silent, so quiet that not even a cicada dared chirp.
Tap!
As he stepped over the threshold, Old Man Fate Crane swept a cold gaze around the room before withdrawing it.
Crane Head wore a strange smile as it entered Golden Sun Pavilion.
At the same time.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The seated guests rose from their places almost in unison and looked toward Old Man Fate Crane. The atmosphere became somewhat subtle.
Since Old Man Fate Crane had arrived, the disciple-acceptance banquet was officially beginning.
Only after Old Man Fate Crane walked straight through the hall and leisurely seated himself in the foremost seat of honor.
At that moment, the disciples beneath him also entered Golden Sun Pavilion and arranged themselves in two lines before Old Man Fate Crane.
The last person to enter Golden Sun Pavilion was naturally Yang An. Today was his disciple-acceptance ceremony.
With so many cultivators staring at him at once, Yang An felt somewhat nervous. This was his first time experiencing such a thing, and nearly everyone present was a mighty cultivator from one sect or another.
But when he remembered that he was not becoming their disciple, and that these people were merely irrelevant spectators, he calmed down.
At this point, the remaining steps of the disciple-acceptance ceremony were not complicated.
Bow, offer tea, acknowledge the master, and it was