Zi Luan watched the cultivators coming and going on the Ascension Platform, unsure what to do next. After all, from the moment he had entered the cultivation world, he had been the disciple of a Fourth Realm cultivator, standing above ten thousand others. He had practically never encountered such a situation.
"Master, why not give the calling card to this disciple? I'll deliver it." Qin Zifeng spoke softly and pointed at the Thousand Wood Temple disciples on duty outside the sect gate not far away. "Thousand Wood Temple's rules are simple. The sect gate disciples can directly reach the front hall. We only need to hand the calling card to any one of them."
Zi Luan looked in the direction his disciple pointed and saw several disciples dressed in Thousand Wood Temple's Inner Sect uniforms. They were merely at the Foundation Establishment Realm.
He then handed the calling card in his hand to Qin Zifeng. He still could not accept having to bow and scrape before a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Qin Zifeng had long since cast aside his arrogance. After taking the card, he first straightened his clothes, then worked his facial muscles twice before approaching with a smile.
Watching Qin Zifeng, Zi Luan felt a trace of bitterness in his heart. He had personally constructed Qin Zifeng's consciousness, and he knew full well that such a transformation meant countless things must have happened.
The exchange ahead went smoothly. The Thousand Wood Temple disciples did not throw their weight around, and before long, Qin Zifeng hurried back and said, "Master, we can go directly to the front hall."
"Mm!"
Zi Luan breathed the word out through his nose. Then, led by a Thousand Wood Temple Foundation Establishment disciple, he climbed the magnificent jade steps behind the sect gate. Many Thousand