After a while, a purple auspicious cloud flew toward Jialan Temple from afar.
A majestic, mountain-like figure stood atop the purple cloud—it was Fang Meiyun, Sect Master of the Fist Sect!
Seeing so many Fist Sect disciples in Jialan Temple, Fang Meiyun was in an excellent mood.
"Welcome, Sect Master!"
Zhu Yingjiu took the lead in shouting, her hands immediately clapping furiously.
The Fist Sect disciples lined up to welcome her also began clapping desperately, expressing the joy in their hearts.
Receiving such an enthusiastic welcome and seeing so many fellow cultivators, Fang Meiyun was delighted as well.
Back when she had been the sect master of the Jade Maiden Sect, there had been no shortage of people who opposed her or paid lip service while defying her in secret.
So she smiled and applauded as she nodded to everyone in acknowledgment, walking from one end of the line to the other as though reviewing troops.
Once Fang Meiyun stopped walking, Zhu Yingjiu immediately stopped clapping.
The many Fist Sect disciples present stopped clapping as well.
Only Fang Meiyun continued applauding. Just as she was about to say a few encouraging words, a short, chubby woman stepped out from the ranks.
She walked up to Fang Meiyun, jumped up, and slapped her across the face as she cursed.
"Protector Zhu has already stopped clapping, so what the hell are you still clapping for? Do you not want the Sect Master to reward us with divine abilities?"
The crisp sound of the slap nearly scared the shit out of Zhu Yingjiu.
She hurriedly rushed forward and shoved the short, fat woman aside, then desperately apologized to Fang Meiyun.
"Sect Master, I'm truly sorry. This one isn't quite right in the head. I only accepted her because I was thinking of the