"This is an elder of our Shangqing Sect."
Faced with Junior Sister Lin's words, carrying a seductive air and waves of peach blossom fragrance, Jiang Tong did not panic. She answered calmly.
Junior Sister Lin froze for a moment. She had not expected her words to make the other party flustered, but this was definitely not the answer she had wanted to hear.
An elder?
Him?
Sensing Li Su's spiritual power, Junior Sister Lin wore a "suspicious" expression.
With this aura, wasn't he practically still a fledgling? The traces of time on him likely did not exceed twenty years.
This counted as an elder? How old an elder could he possibly be?
Everyone present was a disciple of a major sect, from renowned Central Plains lineages. Senior Brother Zhang, for instance, was a direct inheritor of the Celestial Master Talismans; Senior Brother Wang was a true disciple of the Numinous Treasure Sect; Senior Brother Xuanyuan had been born into the Shenxiao Sect; and she herself came from the Sword Sect—the Shushan Sword Sect.
Though these great sects differed in many ways, there was one point in which they were all much the same.
No distinction between kin and stranger; the capable took their place!
In other words, one's status had to match one's strength. It was not decided by connections.
After all, long ago, there had been a case of nepotism that nearly caused a top-tier sect to collapse. Though it had ultimately been preserved, its vitality had been gravely damaged, and it never recovered.
Even now, though the Celestial Master Talismans still required the Celestial Master's heir to bear the surname Zhang, the heir could inherit the name.
With such shallow traces of time, and strength only at the Dao Attainment Realm, how had he become an elder of