Manghuang Mountain had always enforced its sect rules strictly. Even when a Nascent Soul cultivator came to pay a visit, they generally had to go to the Reception Hall to complete some procedures before being escorted to the appropriate place.
There were almost no mid Nascent Soul stage cultivators like this old man who would stand directly before the mountain gate and call out loudly.
Although the Manghuang Mountain cultivator who appeared was standing before the sect gate, his words were extremely courteous, without the slightest hint of condescension.
Wu Xiong clasped his fists and sized up the mid Nascent Soul stage old man before him, a trace of puzzlement in his eyes.
The old man before him was definitely not here to seek Manghuang Mountain's help with anything. Yet he had asked to see the Old Ancestor as soon as he arrived, which left Wu Xiong greatly perplexed.
Wu Xiong was one of the thirty or so disciples Qin Fengming had selected back then.
Qin Fengming had already been in seclusion for more than a hundred years. At the time he entered seclusion, Wu Xiong had still been a Peak Core Formation cultivator. It was precisely because Qin Fengming had protected and guided him that he broke through his bottleneck and smoothly advanced to the Nascent Soul stage.
Manghuang Mountain cultivators differed from people of other sects. Even late Nascent Soul stage cultivators did not merely cultivate in seclusion. Instead, they often appeared in public, guarding the Reception Hall and trading with fellow cultivators who came to the sect seeking assistance, helping them refine pills, treasures, and other items.
There was no other reason for this. Manghuang Mountain had established itself through miscellaneous arts. Everyone in the sect was fanatically devoted to one particular miscellaneous art, and their insights