"Alright. Since you've decided to stay, I'll submit your identity plaque later. The managing deacon is Deputy Sect Master Yan Hui," Wan Qingqing instructed.
Wei He nodded, accepted the box, and turned to look at the others.
There were around a dozen Inner Court disciples in the courtyard, but most of them knew that he had previously dispersed his cultivation, so they did not feel much envy toward him now.
Some even had faint disdain in their eyes.
Among the people Wei He knew,
Qian Rui, the fellow disciple who had been brought into the Purple Bamboo Society with him, kept his head lowered, his emotions unreadable.
Sun Yi, who had entered through the Outer Court with him, returned his gaze with what seemed like a sincere smile, though his eyes were equally complicated. Even if Wei He had dispersed his cultivation before, he had still entered force. That was different.
Chen Lin and Zhou Xing Su, who had always considered themselves geniuses, one rested with her eyes closed while the other quietly chatted with a pretty junior sister beside him.
Neither of them clearly cared about an Entering Force Martial Master who had once dispersed his cultivation. They were confident that they would become Martial Masters sooner or later as well—and powerful ones at that.
Besides, they were unfamiliar with Wei He. They had only come to go through the motions, much like attending a dinner gathering.
Other than these Three-Blood Inner Court disciples who had already fallen behind him, Wei He looked at the other two fellow disciples who, like him, had reached the third level.
One was Yao Hansheng, while the other was an unfamiliar tall woman. The two merely nodded at Wei He in greeting, with no intention of conversing.
Wei He remembered Yao Hansheng because