Nearly two months after leaving, Jiang Siming finally returned to Qingyun Sect.
When he had left, he had been alone and single. When he returned, he brought an entire group with him.
When the male disciples of Qingyun Sect saw Jiang Siming fly up Great Bamboo Peak with five stunning women in tow, they all felt as though they had not been treated like human beings.
Their eyes were practically bulging like a bull's. The envy was impossible to hide.
That guy had only been gone for two months, yet he had brought back five peerless beauties.
Anyone could tell from the situation that those five stunning women had nothing to do with them.
As it turned out, Jiang Siming took them to Little Bamboo Peak immediately after bringing them back and had them join the sect under Little Bamboo Peak.
Even the Sect Master had no objections.
Obviously, Jiang Siming had been at the Nascent Soul stage when he left, but had reached the Nascent Soul stage in just two months. He was now at the same level as the Sect Master.
What could Dao Xuan say? Could he accuse Jiang Siming of neglecting his proper work or abandoning his cultivation?
Wouldn't that just be slapping himself in the face?
Dao Xuan had spent more than five hundred years finally reaching the Nascent Soul stage. Jiang Siming, meanwhile, had joined a cultivation sect only a few short years ago.
Yet he had already achieved what Dao Xuan had taken centuries to accomplish. The old man felt both bitter and gratified.
He felt bitter because the gap between himself and Jiang Siming was simply too great.
He felt gratified because his sect had produced such an unparalleled genius. Sooner or later, Qingyun Sect would break free from the ranks of