Zhu Xian City! Zhu Family!
Lin Bai and Jiang Jing left Small Spirit Creek and headed toward South Peak!
South Peak stood at the southern end of the Sword Cloud Mountains. It was a massive plaza where martial artists carrying out sect missions could gather. After collecting the necessities for their missions, they would board spirit boats and set off from there.
Lin Bai and Jiang Jing arrived at South Peak and saw that a great many martial artists had already gathered there.
At a glance, Lin Bai guessed that these martial artists were the ten thousand White Robe Disciples, one thousand Blue Robe Disciples, one hundred Yellow Robe Disciples, ten Red Robe Disciples, and three Purple Robe Disciples who had been summoned.
Lin Bai asked curiously, "Senior Brother Jiang Jing, just how great is the gap in cultivation between White Robe Disciples and Purple Robe Disciples?"
Jiang Jing said, "A disciple's status ranking has nothing to do with cultivation, but Purple Robe Disciples are more or less all experts at the Yin Saint Great Perfection level."
"By the way, Junior Brother Dongfang, don't underestimate the Red Robe Disciples. Although their reputations aren't as great as those of the Purple Robe Disciples, many of them are also at the Yin Saint Great Perfection realm. It's just that they haven't met the required Contribution Points, so they've yet to become Purple Robe Disciples!"
Jiang Jing slowly explained.
Lin Bai nodded in sudden understanding. He looked toward the only ten Red Robe Disciples and three Purple Robe Disciples present, and immediately spotted Zhu Lie, whom he had encountered once before.
Zhu Lie was looking at Lin Bai, his eyes filled with ill intent.
Lin Bai withdrew his gaze, too lazy to bother with Zhu Lie. He stood beside Jiang Jing and waited