Elder Xun stood with his hands clasped behind his back. With just one glance, the four arrays on the Array Disk dissolved one by one, leaving no trace behind.
He walked straight out of the Preaching Pavilion and followed the jade-paved avenue through the middle of Void Gate, heading alone toward the rear mountain.
Along the way, all the disciples bowed and saluted.
"Greetings, Elder Xun."
Elder Xun nodded to each of them. "Good."
When he reached the rear mountain, all the Inner Sect Elders, even the true transmission Elders, bowed and saluted when they saw Elder Xun.
"Greetings, Elder Xun."
Elder Xun merely gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.
After returning to the Elders' residence, Elder Xun brewed a cup of tea and instructed someone outside the door, "Go and fetch me a copy of a native-place record."
Outside the door, a Daoist boy cupped his hands.
"Yes, ancestor."
After that, Elder Xun remained in his own room with a cup of tea and a scroll, reading while frowning as though pondering something.
The Elders' residence was spacious, solemn, and empty of all else.
There was only a table and a prayer mat.
Even the tea tasted thin, plain, and clean.
Elder Xun, however, did not feel anything was lacking.
One incense stick later, the Daoist boy held a native-place record in both hands and respectfully presented it to Elder Xun.
Elder Xun nodded and accepted it, his cloudy gaze sweeping over it.
"Li Prefecture, second-grade Immortal City, Rogue Cultivator..."
"Low-mid-grade spiritual root..."
"He is actually a Rogue Cultivator, with a low-mid spiritual root..."
Elder Xun felt slightly surprised, then nodded faintly. "Taking in talent without sticking to one pattern... There has been some progress, at least..."
Elder Xun looked further down and saw the specialty column, where the