"You are all outstanding talents from this year's Martial Examination. You will surely be entrusted with important duties by the Imperial Court and become the pillars of Qingzhou's righteous path. Whether you rise to high office or become great masters of the Martial Dao, I hope you will never forget the common people. Uphold justice, vanquish demons, and defend the righteous path, so that all living souls may know peace. I offer you my thanks." Su Qingwan rose and bowed solemnly.
"We will remember your words, Fairy Su."
"We would not dare forget."
The Martial Examination graduates hurriedly rose to return her bow.
Whenever the Pure Moon Convent entered worldly affairs, it heralded troubled times and the beginning of an age of fierce contention, when exceptional talents rose in droves. Those whose supreme merits saved the people would receive the Pure Moon Convent's investiture. It was said that Ji, the Martial Saint, had received such an investiture before ultimately attaining sainthood.
Of course, even without such supreme merit, those who rendered great service and possessed a pure, sincere heart for the people could still receive an infusion from the Pure Moon Convent, greatly improving their cultivation and comprehension.
This was also one of the main reasons the Pure Moon Convent enjoyed such an exalted position among the righteous factions, and why even Innate Realm martial experts treated Su Qingwan with great respect.
Next, everyone discussed their shared objectives: working together to locate the Demonic Sect's Main Headquarters, uncover its supreme treasure, sever its ties with the rebels, and so on.
The tea gathering did not end until night fell.
Everyone rose and took their leave. Su Qingwan escorted them outside the hall, then suddenly spoke.
"Brother Zhao, please stay a moment. Could I trouble you for a little more of