Fang Mo Was Blameless

The Silver-haired Elder seemed to hold a position of great authority. When everyone saw him applaud, their expressions turned respectful. Even Bai Hai Zhou did not immediately speak out as he had against Tie Xiaochuan.

The Silver-haired Elder slowly rose to his feet, and Ji Mingfeng, Tie Xiaochuan, and Bai Hai Zhou stood up as well.

Only once he stood did they realize just how tall the elder was. He truly had nine-head proportions. Dressed in an Xuanqing immortal robe, he looked even more imposing and distinguished. His pale blue eyes seemed like a sea of stars, and as he stood there, his entire body radiated an ethereal aura.

"You are Fang Mo?"

The Silver-haired Elder looked at Fang Mo. His voice was clear and bright, nothing like what one would expect from a man of his age.

When Shi Yuanhao saw the elder speak, his expression tightened involuntarily. He frowned, concern flashing through his eyes.

Tie Xiaochuan said:

"Fang Mo, this is Senior Brother Zhai of Cloud Palace Peak. Bai Wuchen and Senior Brother Zhai are fellow disciples, and Senior Brother Zhai once even taught disciples on behalf of his master!"

Fang Mo hurriedly cupped his fists and said:

"This junior greets Senior Zhai!"

Senior Brother Zhai looked at Fang Mo, approval flickering in his eyes. "Not bad. Ling Cangyan has taken in a fine disciple. Not only is your foundation solid and your realm steady, but you also uphold righteousness and understand the creed of our Tianli Sect!"

His gaze swept over the crowd, his expression turning solemn as he suddenly spoke in a resounding voice.

"Forge your life with iron bones, guard the Dao with a faithful heart. Be first when danger comes, never yield when hardship falls. Better to shatter the body than stain the name.