"Our Huo Sect lineage had finally produced another Seventh Rank martial artist. It hadn't been easy..."
As Gu Junrong spoke in the carriage, his eyes filled with tears. It was clear just how stirred he was.
Since Huo Chengkun's death, Disciples-in-Name like him had come to understand the warmth and coldness of human relationships. Even their employers treated them differently.
When their master had still been alive, their employers had always been polite and never uttered an extra word.
Now, however, they demanded this and that. If anything was not done well, they would be met with cold faces.
Such a stark contrast left him deeply disappointed.
It was not just him. Wang Mingkai and Li Mingchang had suffered much the same.
Only after losing something did one realize how precious it had been.
That was why Zhang Mingyu's breakthrough into the Seventh Rank held such enormous significance for Disciples-in-Name of the Huo Sect like them.
Chen Ming naturally could not relate to their feelings. He merely echoed, "Yes. From now on, we won't have to let Senior Brother Sun's side keep us under its thumb."
As they spoke, they arrived at Huo Manor.
After Chen Ming got out of the carriage and entered through the gates, he saw that even the gatekeeper wore a festive expression, rather than the lifeless gloom from before.
The entire Huo Manor brimmed with a cheerful atmosphere.
Many people had come today. Quite a few who had always followed Sun Shicai came over shamelessly to offer congratulations as well. Only a handful of diehards had not appeared.
They were all fellow disciples. People with sharp tongues like Zhang Mingyu would only toss out a few sarcastic remarks; they would not truly drive anyone away.
Huo Manor had not been this lively in a long