A sermon delivered once every several decades, every century, or every few centuries.
To great powers, that was entirely ordinary.
But for ordinary disciples, such spans of time were enough to yield gains, enough to refine and digest what they had learned.
Sermons that took most disciples into account.
They did not suit Lu Qing.
Otherwise, how could Sun Qidao have known? Perhaps Li Luoyang had known of this disciple's unusual nature since the last time, or even earlier, and thus had simply let him be.
It was not that he could not manage him, but that there was no need to.
A disciple who had forged his own path had now grown to this point.
Sun Qidao smiled cheerfully as well. He knew in his heart that, within the Sword Lineage, Lu Qing was likely the one with the shallowest bond of master and disciple with Junior Brother Li.
Yet no matter how shallow, it was still a bond between master and disciple.
Others could not interfere.
"Should we call him back?"
Jiang Wuya spoke.
"Not for now. White Crane is outside; let it make a trip."
Fu Huazi shook his head slightly.
"Since Lu Qing has entered the Dongzhen Realm, we can use the matter of his reward to have White Crane ask him where he wishes to take up an Immortal post."
Chiefs in cultivation often lost track of the passing years.
At present, this was a time of Variable Fate. The reason they gathered here so frequently was also, like Fu Huazi, because their Dharma Bodies walked outside.
Many matters would ultimately have to be entrusted to Dongzhen Realm disciples for execution.
Now that Lu Qing had entered the Dongzhen Realm, he could no longer be considered a disciple.
Just like Qingxuan of the Sword Lineage.