A Return Visit

The forbidden grounds of the White Cloud Sect.

Cheng Buzheng watched Ancestor Zhong, whose face was devoid of expression, his heart uneasy.

At that moment, his anxiety only grew!

But this concerned his Immortal Path!

He could not take even one step back now!

All he could do was wait for the ancestor's decision.

After a while.

Ancestor Zhong sat in his chair, glanced at Cheng Buzheng, and didn't answer right away. Instead, he asked:

"Have you reported to the Supervision Hall?"

"No!" Cheng Buzheng replied solemnly.

"Without the ancestor's approval, how would this disciple dare join on his own?"

"Is that so?" Ancestor Zhong narrowed his eyes and looked at Cheng Buzheng with an inscrutable smile. He said flatly:

"And what if I don't agree?"

No, surely not!

Was this old scumbag going to cut off my Immortal Path?

After all, my joining the Supervision Hall would greatly benefit the sect!

Scumbag Zhong wouldn't be so foolish, would he?

Though Cheng Buzheng wanted nothing more than to slap Scumbag Zhong to death, he still put on a solemn expression and said:

"This disciple was born a member of the sect and will die its ghost!"

"I will naturally obey the sect's arrangements."

"Good!" Ancestor Zhong gave Cheng Buzheng a long look. "I'll remember those words."

"After this Golden Core Banquet, go report to the Supervision Hall!"

Clearly, he understood the benefits this would bring the sect, and knew full well how rare this opportunity was.

Ordinary sect cultivators never got such a chance. It was an opportunity reserved for cultivators from the top sects. That showed just how powerful the background of this young fellow's friend must be. How could he possibly let such a heaven-sent opportunity slip away?

Meanwhile.

Hearing this, Cheng Buzheng was overjoyed, but didn't show