A grand procession entered Lanshe Temple. Before long, a large monk with a solemn, treasure-like countenance approached, leading an old man and a young one.
After the introductions, Ye Tian learned that the elder's Dharma name was Wuwei, and he was the junior brother of Wunian, the abbot of Lanshe Temple. The younger one was Wuwei's disciple, Yuanrong. As for the large monk, he was Wuxiang, responsible for managing disciples like them who had come for the banquet.
Elder Fan naturally received separate, attentive hospitality, while registered disciples like them were tossed into the ordinary guest rooms.
However, before leaving, the way Monk Wuxiang looked at them was very strange. There was cunning in his eyes, along with three parts smug satisfaction, utterly at odds with his honest and compassionate appearance. It made Ye Tian's heart pound uneasily.
Led by the Wunian and his disciple, they headed toward the guest rooms. As they walked, the young monk Yuanrong introduced the surroundings: Feiyan Fort's disciples were on the east side, Danyang Palace to the west, Baiyu Villa to the south, and Xuanhao Academy and Ziyu Mansion to the north.
Ye Tian also knew that these sects, together with Blazing Fire Temple and Lanshe Temple, were the seven greatest cultivation powers in the region. The rest could only be considered cultivation lineages or secluded cultivators who had withdrawn from the world.
As Yuanrong led him into a clean, simple guest room, he smiled and said, "This humble monk has met Benefactor Ye once before."
Ye Tian paused, unable to recall where he had seen this young monk.
Yuanrong smiled. "A few months ago, when this humble monk was ordered by my master to deliver an invitation to your temple, I happened to see you win a match in the arena. The other