"My master will not see you. Please leave."
The Dao attendant coldly tossed out those words, then shut the gates.
Jiang Ping stood there, stunned, an awkward look on his face.
The True Saint's refusal to see him effectively meant that he did not want Jiang Ping competing with those people for fortuitous resources.
He could not help feeling disappointed. He had not expected this outcome.
In a pavilion in the distance.
The senior members of both factions had long since heard the Dao attendant's words, and amused smiles appeared on their faces.
They had been embarrassed when they were reprimanded just now, but now it was Jiang Pingping's turn to redden with embarrassment.
"He is powerful, certainly. Even at Spirit Wander Eighth Heaven, he can challenge and defeat a True Disciple. But no matter how heaven-defying his methods are, he has nowhere to use them now."
Someone sneered as he watched the scene.
They could also see what Jiang Pingping was after. He wanted to use his Past Body to compete with the core members of both factions for fortuitous opportunities.
"So what if he's a good fighter? Rules are rules. How can an outsider Dao Seed who has only been a guest elder for two years have the nerve to share directly in the fruits our elders fought so hard to win?"
The Qingling senior member who had crushed a teacup earlier now wore a satisfied smile.
Of course, some grew thoughtful and could not help speaking up for Jiang Pingping:
"His methods are extraordinary, and this does fall within the rules. It doesn't interfere with his duty to protect the Dao, either. Refusing him outright is rather heartless. Aren't they afraid of chilling his heart? He is one of Qingling's people, after all. If he can use