Three days later, Yizhou Prefecture.
Du YueYao stood at the very front, arm in arm with Liu Qingyan. Lu Zheng and Shen Ying stood slightly behind them to one side, holding hands, while Fan Boyu stood on the other side with two Yuan Sheng Sect disciples following behind him.
For most of Jade Yang Temple's Dao Discussion Assembly, a group of Daoists would be preaching and debating the Dao. There might also be segments where disciples stepped forward to spar.
But to ordinary people, that was simply too dull.
Even Lin Wan had no interest in it, and Si Lingxi had not come either. She happened to have some free time at home to guide Yang Caiyi.
Liu Qingquan had wanted to come, but yesterday's lessons had not passed inspection, and Madam Liu had forcibly suppressed her at home. She had initially tried to plead with tear-filled eyes, but after Yuan Jing came to the Lu Family and had a Dao scripture showdown with Lu Zheng, she burrowed into her room without looking back.
At this moment, Yuan Jing led Yuan Xing and Yuan Fu, drifting through the air atop the clouds as they followed beside Lu Zheng's group.
Of course, they could not fly. Lu Zheng was carrying them through the air.
"Why didn't you bring those two little disciples of yours?" Lu Zheng asked Yuan Jing.
After all these years, Yuan Jing had become the Abbot of White Cloud Temple. His cultivation was not weak either, and over the past two years, he had taken on two young disciples. However, in Lu Zheng's eyes, their talent could only be called ordinary. Their future achievements might not even surpass Yuan Jing's.
Yuan Jing: _
"They've only been in the sect for two years. They haven't even memorized all the