Scholars and literati loved giving things elegant names.
After the Dao Ancestor bestowed seals, even ordinary things were given elegant names.
Chu Huai Xu was thick-skinned and didn't mind showing his ignorance in the slightest. He immediately asked what "Jing Jun" meant.
In the end, he got an answer that left him laughing and crying at once.
"So it means a broom!"
—Jing Jun sweeps away dust; the Cool Friend summons a fresh breeze.
Jing Jun referred to a broom, while the Cool Friend referred to a fan.
He had never imagined that the Dao Sect's Junior Uncle, a renowned figure under heaven and the strongest openly acknowledged cultivator in the Dao Sect, would have a broom for his Dao Seal.
Chu Huai Xu could easily imagine how awful Jiang Zhi's expression must have been after the Dao Ancestor bestowed the seal on him, given his haughty nature.
And how happily the senior brothers and sisters of his generation at Junzi Temple must have laughed!
"Forget them—I can barely keep from laughing myself!" Chu Huai Xu thought.
He couldn't help asking aloud, "How could there be a broom among the Three Thousand Dao Seals?"
"There are even stranger ones!" Chu Yinyin said with a grin.
If an ordinary person had received this Dao Seal, it would have been mildly amusing at best. But just think about it: Jiang Zhi's defining trait was his vanity.
For an extremely vain man who was stubborn and thought far too highly of himself, the Dao Ancestor had bestowed the words "Jing Jun." He probably rarely used the power of his Dao Seal.
Enforcement Elder Lu Pan had always been fair. He spoke up, "The Dao Ancestor had his reasons for the Three Thousand Dao Seals. Don't underestimate the words 'Jing Jun.'"
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