Li Mufeng's Test, Sect Conscription

As Song Qingming stood alone atop the pavilion, lost in thought, Song Qingyu, who had finished tending to the banquet, returned with light steps and came to his side.

"Seventh Brother, have Fellow Daoist Zhao and the others already left?"

Song Qingming nodded slightly, then took out the Grade 3 Low-grade Talisman he had just received and handed it to Song Qingyu.

"This is a gift from them on behalf of the sect. Keep it for now."

Looking at the precious Level 3 Talisman glowing brilliantly in her hand, Song Qingyu showed a surprised expression. Then she smiled and asked, "Why would the sect give me such a valuable spiritual item? Could it be that Seventh Brother really sold me off in exchange for it?"

"Heh heh! What are you thinking? This concerns your Dao path. Before making any decision, wouldn't I first have to ask for your opinion?"

Only then did Song Qingyu put away the talisman in her hand with relief. Smiling sweetly, she said:

"As long as you didn't sell me, that's all that matters. Still, why is the sect being so generous this time? They gave me such a precious Level 3 Talisman right away. I remember that when Seventh Brother first formed his Golden Core, you only received a few bottles of pills and some Level Two Spiritual Items."

Seeing how delighted Song Qingyu was, Song Qingming hesitated for a moment with a grave expression before speaking again.

"Qingyu, Martial Uncle Li intends to take you as a personal disciple. You can think it over carefully. If you are willing, I will not stop you from joining the sect!"

Hearing Song Qingming suddenly say this, Song Qingyu froze briefly, then replied with a trace of confusion on her face.

"Seventh Brother! Didn't we already agree