Holy Master's Disciple!

Just then, Lu Jun on the stage moved.

He took a step forward.

With one step, he trod out starlight.

With one step, he stepped into the void.

Just like that, he walked out of the pillar of light, making his way toward the high platform step by step.

With every step he took, the starlight beneath his feet condensed into substance, transforming into golden lotuses.

A lotus bloomed with every step.

Starlight accompanied him.

He reached the high platform and stopped before the ancient chair.

Then he turned around and looked at the countless disciples below.

His gaze was calm and profound.

Like the starry sky.

Like the sea.

At that moment, every disciple lowered their head involuntarily.

Not out of fear.

But out of reverence from the depths of their hearts.

Lin Feng lowered his head as well.

Yet from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of tears on the face of the disciple beside him.

Those tears were not born of sorrow.

They were tears of emotion.

Of worship.

Of heartfelt... love.

Lin Feng's heart trembled violently.

Just then—

"Greetings, Master!"

A voice rang out from the crowd.

It was loud and devout.

Lin Feng looked up.

Eleven people stepped out from the crowd.

The one in the lead was none other than Zhu Talan.

He wore a crimson robe today, with faint flames flowing around him. His entire body resembled a blazing inferno.

Ten people stood beside him.

There were men and women, tall and short, fat and thin.

Yet every single one of them exuded an extraordinary aura.

They arrived beneath the high platform and knelt in unison.

"Disciple Zhu Talan greets Master!"

"Disciple Shui Yunyan greets Master!"

"Disciple Long Zhan greets Master!"

"Disciple Caiyi greets Master!"

All eleven shouted together.

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