"I don't think that's necessarily true!"
"Ever since more than two hundred years ago, when almost all of Zixiao Hall's Personal Disciples died in that war, Zhenren announced he would no longer take disciples..."
"Now, the only Personal Disciple our hall has is Senior Sister, who was crippled by her injuries..."
"It's been this way for more than two hundred years. Would Zhenren really take in another disciple?"
After calming down, some people still felt it was unlikely.
But giving such an important place as Little Bamboo Peak to a newly arrived disciple was honestly a little unbelievable too...
"All right!"
"Everyone, stop discussing it!"
"Just now, Zhenren had Senior Brother Jiang Fan go to Zixiao Hall to meet him. That already fully shows that Senior Brother Jiang Fan is highly valued!"
"As for whether he is truly Zhenren's disciple, I believe we'll have an answer very soon!"
When everyone heard this, they looked at one another and nodded...
Jiang Fan left Little Bamboo Peak and followed the white jade steps through the mountain path.
After walking for about the time it took an incense stick to burn, he arrived at a fork in the road.
Ahead, three slightly smaller peaks appeared, arranged in a triangle around Zixiao Hall.
"I suppose these smaller peaks..."
"Should be where Master lives and cultivates!"
Jiang Fan gazed into the distance and saw Zixiao Hall ahead, surrounded by several peaks and bathed in a pale purple hue.
Clouds and mist coiled around the roof of the hall, and the shape of a palace could be faintly seen.
Around the palace, lightning flowed and flickered. It was truly a scene of myriad phenomena.
"Master said that among the thirty-six halls of this Holy Land, each hall's cultivation system and Dharma Gates are quite different!"