"Senior, you cannot be joking!" The refined man froze, his face filling with mingled surprise and delight.
"Hmph. Do you take Lin to be so idle that I came running over here just to jest with you?" Lin Xuan said, his brow lifting.
"Forgive me, Senior. This junior is simply too happy..."
Leaving his cultivation aside for the moment, the refined man was the master of a sect and could be considered a person of matchless intelligence. Yet at this moment, he was so overjoyed that his words came out in a jumble.
No wonder. In the cultivation world, the strong were revered. What it meant for their sect to have a Nascent Soul Cultivator join them was so obvious it hardly needed saying.
Moreover, he had witnessed Lin Xuan's divine abilities. They were clearly a notch above an ordinary mid-stage old monster's. With him as their backing, would they not be able to sweep across You Province?
Xu Yin's face was also full of astonishment. This was clearly at odds with the Lin Xuan she remembered, but no matter what, happiness made up the greater part of it.
"Martial Uncle, this disciple will summon the sect's disciples at once and hold a grand ceremony for your entry into the sect." The refined man was keen-eyed and quick-witted, and had already very cleverly changed the way he addressed him.
Lin Xuan shook his head again and again when he heard this. What he hated most were these red-tape rituals. Longevity was his goal; putting on airs served no purpose whatsoever.
"Keep everything simple. There's no need to hold an entry ceremony. You only need to casually notify the sect's disciples."
"Martial Uncle, this..."
"What, I have only just joined, and you are already unwilling to obey my instructions?" Lin Xuan