Yi Feng patted Wu Tian on the shoulder and said warmly, "You've worked hard all these years too."
"From today onward, you are my hundredth official disciple."
Wu Tian stood frozen on the spot.
As a nominal disciple, he had never complained, but he had always felt that he was somehow inferior to these senior brothers and sisters.
At last, the day had come for Wu Tian to become an official disciple.
Wu Tian felt the knot that had weighed on his heart dissolve. His dream had finally come true.
Everything felt a little unreal.
His nose stung, and tears filled his eyes.
He knelt and kowtowed, choking back sobs as he said, "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master!"
At that moment, Wu Tian felt his forehead strike the ground and knew that he was not dreaming.
All his previous efforts had not been in vain. He had finally earned his master's recognition.
Wu Tian brushed away his tears with a sweep of his sleeve and revealed a radiant smile.
All the senior brothers and sisters were sincerely happy for Wu Tian as well.
"Little Chick, don't just stand there. Toast Senior Disciple Brother Zhong Qing!" Bai Qiyu urged with his dead-fish eyes. "Later, I'll tell you a story about keeping your feet on the ground."
"Drink! Art is all about toasting—later, us brothers will blow one up!"
After bowing to Yi Feng in salute, Wu Tian returned to his place.
"Senior brothers and sisters, I'm here!" Wu Tian said with a smile, raising his cup.
Yi Feng looked happily at his hundred beloved disciples.
He thought of his natal sword that had turned into a system and wondered where it was wandering about.
For some reason, Yi Feng felt relieved, as though he had fulfilled a promise.
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