Murong Wanwan

White Cloud Sect, White Cloud Peak!

In the square.

Cheng Buzheng moved through the crowd like a social butterfly, mingling with Golden Core cultivators.

One called out, "Fellow Daoist!" Another replied, "Brother!"

The atmosphere was harmonious!

All the Golden Core cultivators of the White Cloud Sect had also stepped forward to welcome the visiting Golden Core True Persons.

Ancestor Zhong, however, had not appeared.

As for that,

the cultivators present paid it no mind.

After all, the visitors had come to congratulate the various Golden Core True Persons.

If a Nascent Soul cultivator showed up, the whole scene would inevitably fall silent, and no one would dare even breathe too loudly. That was only natural.

The hierarchy in the cultivation world was simply too strict!

It was also a crushing disparity in the level of life itself.

That was precisely why Ancestor Zhong had not appeared.

Still, the faint pressure blanketing the square showed that Ancestor Zhong had not left things unattended. He had been watching all along.

Of course, the visiting cultivators understood the White Cloud Sect's intentions.

The Golden Core Banquets they had held in the past had been no different.

After all, without a Nascent Soul cultivator presiding over the event, if anything unpleasant happened, the White Cloud Sect's reputation would be utterly swept away.

As for a Nascent Soul True Lord, there was no way one would lower themself to congratulate a Golden Core cultivator.

Just then,

Cheng Buzheng was exchanging pleasantries with True Person Fuyou!

Suddenly, his smile faltered as a familiar voice reached his ears!

"The Green Wood Sect has arrived. Make sure they're well received!"

At that, Cheng Buzheng's expression returned to normal. Without showing a trace of anything amiss, he continued trading words with True Person Fuyou.

At that moment,

he was