White Cloud Sect, Main Peak!
On the plaza!
At this moment, the vast plaza was packed with a chaotic crowd of boys and girls.
The oldest were no more than thirteen or fourteen!
The youngest were merely seven- or eight-year-old little sprouts!
Yet...
These little ones at that age when people disliked them and dogs avoided them did not dare utter a word loudly.
Much less cry or make a fuss.
It was because of those unfamiliar figures standing before them.
Among them, a stern-faced old man radiated an invisible pressure that blanketed the enormous plaza.
Just then...
Beside the cold-eyed old man, the beautiful middle-aged woman softly said:
"Martial Brother!"
"These little ones are still mortals and have yet to step into Qi Refining Level 1. They cannot endure prolonged intimidation.
"Moreover, it would do more harm than good to the future cultivation of these Immortal Seedlings."
"Mm!" The White Cloud Sect deacon nodded. "Rest assured, Junior Sister!"
"I know what I'm doing. I won't hurt these little ones!"
Though he said so.
The next moment, the old man nevertheless withdrew the faint pressure he had spread outward.
In an instant.
The many boys and girls in the plaza abruptly relaxed, as though a huge stone had suddenly been lifted from their hearts.
Yet when these little ones looked at the White Cloud Sect cultivators, their eyes still held traces of fear.
Seeing this.
The White Cloud Sect cultivators all nodded inwardly in satisfaction.
After all.
Hundreds of little ones crying and shouting together was truly enough to make one's head spin.
Only by intimidating them in one stroke could the initiation ceremony proceed peacefully.
This was also a method long used by many Immortal Sects!
It had become customary.
And this sort of intimidation was quite effective.
Soon