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As Xiao Yi and the others' ceremony came to a perfect close and everyone was about to withdraw, Chen Cong arrived with graceful ease, instantly drawing every gaze present.
The Titled Douluo lightly tapped the jade ru yi in his palm three times, the sound like a clear spring striking stone. "Everyone, please stay a moment. There is still a major matter of inheritance to witness—my son Chen Hua is taking the Ji Clan Girl Tiantian as his disciple. I hope you will all bear witness to this ceremony."
The moment those words were spoken, an uproar broke out across the scene.
The teachers and students of Chang'an Academy in particular all turned toward Ji Xiang to congratulate him, dozens of figures in brocade robes embroidered with mysterious patterns mixing with the screams and cheers of the students.
Ji Xiang was a little dazed for a moment, so shocked that a thin sheen of sweat seeped from the palm of this plain-robed physician.
Just then, Xue Shiqiong came walking over, wrapped in an aura of frost and snow, the sound of silver bells and jade pendants chiming with each step—her moon-white shawl swept past the crowd, and her timely appearance helped her husband out of his predicament.
Amid curling sandalwood smoke, Ji Tiantian performed the grand disciple-acceptance rite with three kneelings and nine kowtows, then respectfully served tea to her master, Chen Hua, and her grandmaster, Chen Cong.
Whispers surged like a tide through the viewing seats. Everyone knew that from this moment on, this little girl Ji Tiantian had been gilded in glory.
With the dual identity of being the disciple's disciple of a Titled Douluo and the dean, she would shine especially brightly in Chang'an Academy.
Not only that, Ji Tiantian also received