Before long, the group arrived at the branch sect.
The branch sect truly was not far away. It stood on a nearby mountain, with pavilions and towers rising in clusters and countless disciples within. At the entrance hung a plaque bearing five flamboyant, dragon-flying-phoenix-dancing characters: "Quanzhen Sect Branch."
Along the way, disciples clasped their hands in greeting, rushing to say hello.
As they did, the disciples could not understand why the sect leader had brought back a child of seven or eight and treated him with such warmth. Could he be a newly accepted disciple?
Before long, inside a room within the sect, Chen Xiaofan sat cross-legged. Opposite him sat Qiu Chuji and Feng Qingyang.
A maid had already served Chen Xiaofan a fine cup of tea, its fragrance refreshing and pleasant.
"Then I'll begin first."
After praising the unique scenery of the place, Chen Xiaofan spoke.
"Please, Senior!" Qiu Chuji and Feng Qingyang solemnly clasped their hands.
Chen Xiaofan opened his mouth and began speaking with ease and confidence.
As for how much they could comprehend, that depended on the fortune of the two of them.
This lecture lasted for an entire hour.
During that time, Qiu Chuji and the other listened as if intoxicated, utterly awestruck.
A single sentence from Chen Xiaofan often left them stunned, as though enlightenment had been poured directly over their heads.
He even drew inferences from one instance to illuminate another, giving examples to make things easier for them to understand.
He was like a tireless senior master devoted to teaching others—knowing all, understanding all, instructing and guiding without the slightest impatience.
The more Chen Xiaofan spoke, the more alarmed they became. They discovered that Chen Xiaofan knew truly too much, vast as the sea. Compared to him, what little they had in