The Qingxiao True Person hadn't expected Zhang Ping to be so impervious to persuasion. The kid looked thoroughly mediocre; logically, he should've seized the chance to climb the ladder by currying favor with his sect leader and patriarch.
"You're not bad."
The Qingxiao True Person looked at Zhang Ping. After holding it in for a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out those words, then flicked his sleeve and left.
Zhang Ping paid him no mind. He just wanted to finish today's duties as soon as possible and get back to practicing.
Several days later.
A new stele was erected along the Forging Path before Profound Heart Hall. It recorded Zhao Zhen's achievement in creating the Great Sun True Yuan Technique for the sect.
Word of this spread quickly, and many disciples wondered whether the Great Sun True Yuan Technique was any good.
Zhao Zhen was only nine, but the contribution steles along the Forging Path were no joke. The sect had plenty of geniuses who had created their own techniques and martial arts, yet only Zhao Zhen had earned a stele.
Some True Disciples used their contributions to borrow the Great Sun True Yuan Technique from the Scripture Pavilion, hoping to see whether it deserved its stele.
At dusk.
Li Qingqiu returned to Lingxiao Courtyard. His junior brothers and junior sisters were already seated around the table. Unlike before, they no longer chatted about trivial matters. Instead, they discussed the problems their respective halls had encountered and offered one another advice.
Zhang Yuchun was clearly in a good mood. He had even cooked the meal himself. When he saw Li Qingqiu, he smiled and said, "Eldest Senior Brother, stop letting the Heavenly Rainbow Sword float around all day. Senior Shen's gone half-mad because of you. He clutches a