The Painting Sage Sacred Family Loses Another Holy Son

Wu Tianyu entered Lixian Pavilion.

All the elders rose at once to welcome him.

Lin Su rose as well. "Lin Su of Great Cang pays respects to the Holy Lord!"

Within the Sacred Family, he was called the Patriarch; outside the family, he was called the Holy Lord.

Feng Wu and Liu Tianyin also greeted him with proper courtesy. Only Little Monk Kongye merely pressed his palms together without making a sound. He was still young and did not know how he ought to address him. In everyone's eyes, he was only a tiny, transparent nobody anyway...

Wu Tianyu was not especially tall or broad, yet he carried on the habitual style of everyone in the Painting Sage Sacred Family, paying extraordinary attention to his appearance. Not a hair was out of place, his beard was impeccably trimmed, his robes spotless, and even his smile brimmed with the charm of the Literary Way.

With a smile, he cupped his hands. "You three are all outstanding talents of the Literary Way. Your arrival at the Painting Sage Sacred Family makes this humble place shine!"

"You flatter us!"

"Please, sit!" Wu Tianyu arrived at the seat of honor and made a light gesture.

"Holy Lord, please!"

Wu Tianyu sat down.

Lin Su and the other two sat down as well.

Lin Su took the first seat on the left, Liu Tianyin the next, and Feng Wu the third. Meanwhile, Little Monk Kongye stood behind Lin Su, continuing to play the role of an inconspicuous little nobody.

Opposite Lin Su sat the Great Elder, followed by the Second Elder, Third Elder, Fourth Elder, Fifth Elder, Sixth Elder, Seventh Elder, and Eighth Elder...

"I had long heard Grandmaster Lin's name. It truly thundered in my ears. May I ask why you have honored us