Although An Jing had scarcely ever displayed the traits of a traditional 'Seven Killings Tribulation,' there was no doubt that the Heavenly Dao would not randomly choose a Heavenly Fate—An Jing truly had quite a few little wicked amusements.
As for what Ming Guangchen would think and do in the future, neither An Jing nor Fuxie knew. In any case, both man and sword were looking forward to it.
For now, An Jing strode forward openly, bowed to the seniors of the Heavenly Palace Squad before him, and introduced himself.
"Greetings, seniors. I am An Jing, disciple of Ming Guangchen, Peak Master of the Mingjing Sect. I hope for your guidance!"
The moment those words left his mouth, there was a brief silence. Then, hearty laughter erupted throughout the gathering.
The people who had been watching An Jing with curious, probing looks now wore nothing but warmth and familiarity. A martial artist clad in a brown robe laughed loudly and stepped forward to greet him. "Hahaha, why would Lord Heavenly Fate need to introduce himself? We've known you for ages!"
"Oh my, so you're Ming Guangchen's disciple! I thought you were Acting Sect Master himself. Quick, quick, quick—I have fine tea here!"
"That kid A-Ming only reached Saint Manifestation not long ago. A disciple he barely had time to teach can already face a Saint Manifestation Ancestral Spirit head-on and win, even fighting an ancient Heavenly Venerable imprint alone—if you ask me, he probably can't beat An Jing now!"
The crowd spoke over one another, and an elderly man who appeared to be the oldest among them, his presence steady as a mountain, stroked his beard and smiled. "Young Friend An, there is no need to mention your name or appearance. The great deeds you've accomplished recently, one after another,