Upon hearing this, Ling Pengyun could understand Mo Changqing's earlier behavior, but he did not take it to heart.
After all, in a sect, those with greater ability naturally received more.
No one could blame anyone else.
They could only blame their own poor aptitude.
Afterward, Ling Pengyun followed his senior brother Wang Qiuyang to the Yun Qian Lineage's seating area inside the great hall, casually chose a mind-calming meditation mat, and sat down cross-legged.
Time passed, and before long, noon arrived—the appointed time for the gathering to begin.
More Nascent Soul cultivators had gathered in the great hall.
And just as his senior brother Wang Qiuyang had predicted, thirty to forty-odd Nascent Soul cultivators had indeed arrived.
Another short while passed.
Suddenly, a ripple of spatial fluctuations emanated from the empty space above the great hall's seat of honor. Immediately afterward, a middle-aged man appeared there out of nowhere.
His appearance was ordinary, and he gave off no aura whatsoever, seeming no different from a mortal.
Yet everyone present treated him with the utmost respect.
For this man was none other than the Star Sea Pavilion's Spirit Transformation Old Ancestor.
As the two Nascent Soul Completion experts present, both leaders of the nine great lineages, took the lead in rising from their meditation mats, everyone else followed suit and cupped their hands.
"Junior... pays respects to the Old Ancestor!"
"..."
Voices rang out one after another, but soon fell silent again.
Finally, the Old Ancestor in the seat of honor nodded and said,
"Dispense with the formalities. Sit down, everyone!"
After speaking, his gaze casually passed over Ling Pengyun, but did not linger. He immediately began explaining the great Dao of this world in detail.
Afterward, he also resolved three cultivation difficulties for each person in turn.
Everyone gained