"My Nascent Soul Formation is complete. This disciple kowtows in thanks to Master for protecting me!"
The moment Zhuo Ming saw Chen Mobai, she immediately performed a solemn grand bow.
She knew very clearly that everything she had today was entirely thanks to this master before her eyes lifting her up.
If she had not bowed her head and entered his service back then, she would probably have already died of old age in the fields of Giant Wood Ridge by now.
"Rise. That you could have today, though your master's contributions cannot be overlooked, your own fortune was also the main reason."
Chen Mobai said with a smile. Luo Yixuan, who was beside him, had already very perceptively gone over and helped Zhuo Ming up.
"Senior Sister, congratulations on forming your Nascent Soul. You are the well-deserved number one of the Little South Mountain Lineage's second generation," Luo Yixuan said in sincere envy and congratulations.
"Not at all. Though my cultivation has taken one step ahead, in terms of seniority, I am still the second disciple." Zhuo Ming shook her head as she spoke. She knew Chen Mobai placed great importance on ritual propriety. For one day that Liu Wenbai was the eldest disciple, he would be the eldest disciple for life. Moreover, back then, her ability to enter the sect had entirely been thanks to Liu Wenbai's reflected glory.
So in her heart, Liu Wenbai would forever be Eldest Senior Brother.
"Ming'er is right. Under my door, cultivation does not decide rank."
Chen Mobai spoke again, confirming the ritual order of seniority. After Luo Yixuan heard this, she lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly.
"Do you have any doubts?"
The master and two disciples sat on the ground before the great hall. Chen Mobai opened his mouth to ask,