When Feng Jun saw them arguing, he did not know whether to laugh or cry.
He was not angry, merely moved: people always said cultivators stood high above others, but little did they know... no one had it easy!
Just then, Yun Zhongzi's divine thought entered his mind. "I'll cover these people. Not anyone who comes later!"
Feng Jun raised a hand toward the gate and spoke with utmost respect. "Thank you for your care, Senior."
Seeing everyone look at him in surprise, he cleared his throat and called out loudly, "Anyone who wants to seek enlightenment, seize the opportunity..."
"The senior from Ancestral Star has said that everyone present counts. You need not worry about anyone standing guard. Anyone arriving later will not be included!"
Xuanyuan Buqi's eyes immediately lit up. "That... Mahayana Stage senior?"
"Of course," Feng Jun answered, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Do I dare impersonate one here... am I tired of living?"
"Then I must give it a try too," Xuanyuan Buqi declared boldly. "Who doesn't aspire to become an Ancestral Patriarch?"
"Your attitude, your attitude!" Qian Zhong could not help saying. "Is that how you ask for a fortuitous opportunity?"
"I was presumptuous!" Xuanyuan Buqi shuddered, then cupped his hands toward the gate as well, smiling somewhat self-mockingly.
"Please forgive me, Senior. I am always seeking opportunities for my clan's juniors and rarely consider myself, so I inevitably... forgot my proper measure."
There was no way to dwell on this. Saying more would only bring tears. Others called him "Ancestor," but being an ancestor was hardly so easy.
I would very much like to call someone else Ancestor too. The problem is... does such a person even exist?
But Qian Zhong knew the Xuanyuan Clan far too well. She merely smiled dismissively.