After enduring countless hardships, Mu Guangming had joined the Purple Extreme Pavilion and become an honored probationary disciple.
Even though he had prepared himself for the worst, Mu Guangming had nearly watched his Dao heart crumble.
He had never imagined that successfully becoming a probationary disciple meant he had successfully joined the army of menial workers.
Fortunately, he had been clever enough to conceal his name and keep out of sight.
Otherwise, if the world learned that the Venerate of Light, who had led the Chaotic Star Sea against the Holy Court for decades, had stooped so low for a few spirit coins as to become a servant, it would surely laugh itself sick.
At the same time, he could not help but use the experience to warn himself.
The dignified Venerate of Light of the Chaotic Star Sea could not even stand out among a group of probationary disciples.
Once, he had roared across his domain and ruled over a corner of the world. Before the true world, it had all been a joke.
Now, he had merely been a moment too slow, and a menial worker had dared to pounce on him, not only destroying his communication bead but also berating him until his face burned red. Yet he hadn't dared to talk back at all.
Even more laughable, a thread of apprehension had crept into his heart. He feared offending this menial worker and being singled out again and again. If that happened, life would be even harder to bear.
As for leaving the Purple Extreme Pavilion, he had never considered it.
Having seen the true sky, how could he willingly return to his muddy hole and reign supreme there?
Mu Guangming continued clearing away the debris and tending the Lengjia Flowers at the southwestern foot of