"A Xing, is it really fine for you to be over here? After all, it's Pure Yang's memorial gathering..."
On the Back Mountain of Wuqi Dao Academy, Yu Tianguang looked at Chen Xingxing, who was lying on a chair playing a game, and spoke rather helplessly.
"The old ancestor only left, it's not like he died. Besides, these memorial gatherings are being held way too often. Once every hundred years is about enough. The old ancestor wasn't someone who cared about empty fame like this."
Chen Xingxing spoke as he held his phone, utterly lazy.
What he cared about most was precisely empty fame like this!
Yu Tianguang, however, knew Chen Mobai's temperament. After all, he had watched the latter throw his weight around during the entrance examination in Vermilion Cloud City back then, and he had lived through Chen Mobai's most glorious years in the Immortal Sect.
But he did not dare say what was in his heart, lest he affect Chen Mobai's radiant image.
"The main thing is to use Pure Yang's name to gather you Nascent Soul Cultivators together and talk about the future development of our Wuqi Lineage."
Although Yu Tianguang was a gate guard, he understood the great affairs of the Immortal Sect very well. What he liked most in his daily life was going on the forum to talk politics.
He knew the current situation of the Three Great Halls was very delicate, because among the Four Great Dao Academies, Wuqi had no Spirit Transmutation cultivator holding the fort. After Chen Mobai had been gone for a hundred years, many young people no longer had the reverence the older generation had for Wuqi Dao Academy, and the academy's enrollment rate had been worse year after year.
"Anyway, after they're done discussing it, they'll notify