Su Yao waved her little fist. "We'll settle who wins and loses then!"
With that, Su Yao spun around and left in a whirlwind, brisk and unpretentious.
Yang Chen could only feel utterly helpless and deeply troubled. He had no idea how to handle this matter and could only let nature take its course.
With that in mind, Yang Chen stopped dwelling on it and turned his gaze toward White Crane Peak and the other visitors beside them.
The people from White Crane Peak likewise presented their gifts, exchanged a few polite pleasantries, and eventually departed.
And so, the three peaks had all presented their treasures, and the ceremony gradually reached its end. Afterward, Yang Chen left, while Wang Tong remained behind to explain the trivial arrangements following Yang Chen's appointment, along with all sorts of other ceremonial nonsense.
It took roughly a day before the ceremony officially concluded, and Yang Chen's identity as Young Peak Master was thoroughly established. At the very least, after all this, no one in the entire Northern Territory Sect remained unaware of Yang Chen's status.
Whenever people mentioned Yang Chen, they would know that he was the Young Peak Master of Changlin Peak.
This was precisely the effect Great Emperor Hua Wu had wanted.
A day later, once the ceremony had officially ended, Yang Chen walked alongside Wang Tong and began discussing matters with him.
Wang Tong's respect toward Yang Chen only grew rather than diminished. Every other word out of his mouth was "Young Peak Master," elevating Yang Chen to an exceedingly high position. Yet Yang Chen showed no inclination to put on airs. Whenever he addressed Wang Tong, he always included the word "Senior," giving Wang Tong ample face. Thus, whenever Yang Chen had a need, Wang Tong would always do everything