The next day, dawn was just beginning to brighten.
Jiang Fan got up, washed, dressed, and changed into the Purple Gold Flowing Cloud Robe.
In the bronze mirror, he had swordlike brows, bright eyes, and a straight nose; his outfit added even more of a noble air.
Especially those eyes—after yesterday's breakthrough, they had grown even deeper.
Now and then, gold and silver flashed through them, making them seem extraordinarily mysterious!
"Mid-stage Saint Realm. Even my bearing has changed a little!"
Jiang Fan sighed inwardly.
Before yesterday, although he had been strong, he had still carried a sense of the mundane.
Now that he had broken through into the Saint Realm, his level of life had already become somewhat different.
The hour of chen was nearly upon them.
Outside Little Bamboo Peak came the sound of something slicing through the air.
A white-robed Deacon stepped through the air and arrived, landing before the courtyard. He cupped his hands and said, "Junior Brother Jiang, the time has come!"
"I am Lu Yuan, Deacon of the Holy Master Hall. By the Holy Master's command, I have come to guide you there!"
"Please follow me to Zixiao Hall to attend the ceremony!"
Jiang Fan nodded and walked out through the courtyard gate.
He found that Fan Chuan and over a dozen other Servant Disciples had already been waiting outside the gate.
Each of them looked full of energy, having changed into their neatest clothes.
Seeing Jiang Fan come out, they all bowed in unison.
"Senior Brother!"
Jiang Fan gave a slight nod, then looked at Lu Yuan.
"Then I'll have to trouble Deacon Lu!"
Lu Yuan looked Jiang Fan over, and a hint of admiration flashed through his eyes.
"Junior Brother truly is worthy of being the one Zhenren took a fancy to!"