The Dao attendant bowed, and the sect master had invited him?
Lu Xuan's expression remained unchanged, but Fang Dingchuan beside him was utterly stunned.
Though his Treasure-Forging Sect had declined, its Mystic Lord remained, its Purple Mansion cultivators still lived, and its sect master, True Person Spirit Pivot, was still a renowned cultivator of profound attainment who could stride freely across the continent.
The Golden Gourd Boy was a magical treasure given human form. His presence here was tantamount to the sect master arriving in person.
Yet the man beside Fang Dingchuan, despite possessing heaven-grade Foundation Establishment, was merely a junior cultivator at the first level of Foundation Establishment.
How did he warrant a bow from the Dao attendant and a personal invitation from the sect master?
Wait, chief disciple?
Could he be...?
In an instant, something occurred to him, and he fixed his gaze on Lu Xuan.
Lu Xuan sighed inwardly.
I've been recognized again.
Still, he had vaguely anticipated this.
After all, no expert in this world emerged from nowhere. Those with deep reserves invariably had a background or had encountered extraordinary fortune.
With his accumulated cultivation, his Dao Foundation, and the nature of his qi, walking through a great sect was truly like a bright moon crossing the night sky. Avoiding recognition was all but impossible.
He simply had not expected the Treasure-Forging Sect to know even his identity as the Heaven-Gazing Sect's chief disciple, much less send its Purple Mansion sect master's treasure attendant to invite him personally.
With such courtesy extended to him, there was no longer any point in concealing his identity.
Nor could he refuse such an invitation.
Under Fang Dingchuan's astonished gaze, he walked slowly toward the hall entrance.
With every step, he grew slightly taller, his shoulders and back straightening further.