Zhang Rongfang fell into thought.
Strictly speaking, although he had taken Zhang Xuan as his master, he was not Zhang Xuan's true disciple, so he had not yet been granted a Daoist title.
Now that he was Second Grade, he was qualified to take a master at Mingjing Palace and receive a Daoist title.
But... "Thank you for your guidance, Martial Uncle, but this disciple already took a master long ago. I have no plans to consider this for now."
The old Daoist nodded. "In that case, you may return and rest. Think carefully about your future path. To some disciples, Mingjing Palace is merely a starting point."
"Yes." Zhang Rongfang saluted and left.
Outside Spirit Official Hall, someone had already been waiting.
The man wore a brown leather vest over a pure black long robe, with a gold-inlaid yellow jade belt bearing fish patterns around his waist.
His long hair was bound with a green jade pod-shaped hair clasp.
The moment he saw Zhang Rongfang emerge, he hurried forward.
"Brother Zhang Ying, how did it go?"
"I passed." Zhang Rongfang smiled faintly.
This man was Li Huoyun, whom he had rescued earlier.
"You really passed? Good, good, good! Hahaha! I said it—given brother Zhang's abilities, this mere Second Grade should be as easy as walking on level ground!"
Li Huoyun laughed heartily.
His voice was loud and booming. The moment he said this, Daoists nearby immediately turned to look.
There were still many Daoists in this Dao Palace desperately striving every day to break through to Second Grade.
No one wanted to be assigned away and driven off to some other county or town.
Hearing Li Huoyun's words now, hostile gazes converged on them one after another.
"No time to lose. Let's head straight to the Ministry of Justice.