He opened the door.
A youth of about seventeen or eighteen came into view, his face still carrying a hint of youthful innocence and heroism. Unlike the other ordinary disciples of Flying Immortal Peak, Chen Daoqing showed no trace of ingratiation when he looked at Wen Jiu.
Only goodwill.
That was enough, though. Chen Daoqing was, after all, an Immortal Second Generation.
"Fellow Daoist Chen."
Wen Jiu calmly cupped his hands in greeting, showing no excessive enthusiasm because of Chen Daoqing's status as an Immortal Second Generation.
Chen Daoqing returned the salute, then got straight to the point. "Fellow Daoist Wen, we're having a small gathering in three days. It'll include some of Flying Immortal Peak's more outstanding Apprentice Disciples and formal disciples."
"I'll be there."
Chen Daoqing hadn't spelled it out, but Wen Jiu understood what he meant.
With the assessment approaching, they naturally wanted to get acquainted first. That way, they could band together at the main peak and avoid being ostracized or bullied.
Even a small Night Patrol Division had its factions, let alone the main peak.
Chen Daoqing nodded. As they continued talking, his words grew more complimentary. "Fellow Daoist Wen, your talent in the unorthodox arts is truly rare. Among our group, only two people can compare with you... One is the granddaughter of an Alchemy Room elder, and the other is Peak Master Ji's youngest disciple. Both have abundant resources. If not for their exceptional backgrounds, they might not even match you, Fellow Daoist Wen."
"Your praise is undeserved, Fellow Daoist Chen."
Wen Jiu knew full well what was going on.
After all that praise, Chen Daoqing was probably about to get to the real business.
Sure enough, Chen Daoqing handed him an invitation from the Chen family. His intention to recruit Wen Jiu