The disciples of the Interception Sect gathered before the Preaching Platform one after another upon hearing that it concerned Wuji Heaven.
Daoist Duobao, Saint Mother Wudang, and the other direct disciples all wore puzzled expressions.
With Master this happy, what opportunity could he have brought back?
Zhao Gongming asked with a broad smile, "Master, what opportunity has made you so happy?"
Yet his heart itched with curiosity. Wuji Heaven was where Immortal Venerable Changsheng resided. Could it be that the Venerable was about to distribute merit again?
Tongtian laughed. "Reclamation!"
All the disciples froze.
Question marks seemed to appear above Daoist Duobao and Saint Mother Wudang's heads.
Reclamation?
They were disciples of Saints. How could they go reclaim wasteland?
Wouldn't that completely disgrace the Interception Sect?
And Master was even this happy about it. Had something gone wrong?
This wasn't how the script was supposed to go!
Zhao Gongming simply couldn't believe his ears.
Reclamation?
How could that work?
He was, at the very least, a disciple under a Saint. Even if he wasn't a direct disciple and was merely an outer disciple, if he really went to do such a thing, wouldn't it make every living being in the Great Desolation laugh their heads off?
By then, Zhao Gongming feared he would become the first person nailed to the Interception Sect's pillar of shame!
At the thought of that scene, he couldn't help shivering.
Duobao's eyes were also filled with confusion. Why had Master suddenly asked them to reclaim wasteland?
Didn't he think it would damage their dignity?
Or was it that Wuji Heaven's offer was simply too generous, so even Master couldn't resist it?
But that didn't make sense either! Master had long since become a Saint. How could he lack even this little self-control?
Saint Mother Wudang