"Yes, we shall faithfully obey your immortal decree, True Person."
Everyone hurriedly bowed in assent.
The six disciples present exchanged glances, until Jiang Junrui became the first to cup his hands and say:
"Jiang Junrui of Chong'e Peak greets my fellow Daoists. I cultivate ren water under my peak's guidance. I hope you will all generously share your insights."
He broke the silence first by introducing himself.
Once someone had taken the lead, the rest went much more smoothly. The blue-robed young man beside Jiang Junrui spoke coolly:
"Dewlit Court. Zhang Yunbai. I cultivate weak water."
Whether the blue-robed young man was arrogant or simply taciturn by nature, he fell silent after those few brief words.
His aura was deep, weighty, and solid. Presumably, he was a genius specially nurtured by the Ancestral Court, so no one found it surprising.
Next, the green-robed woman beside Zhang Yunbai, whose features were serene and refined, said softly:
"Qingyan of White Elm Peak greets my fellow Daoists. I cultivate gui water. I hope you will not begrudge me your guidance."
Rain Xiang Mountain's water lineage flourished. Though those who had introduced themselves belonged to different branches, they all cultivated the virtue of water.
Then it was Jiang Yang's turn. Everyone took the opportunity to glance his way, some openly and others less so. Unfazed by their scrutiny, Jiang Yang said plainly:
"I am Jiang Yang, originally from Fushu Peak. I now cultivate the path of yi wood, and I know a few sword techniques for self-defense."
As though afraid they might not believe him, he even patted the rusty sword at his waist.
But someone's attention clearly lay elsewhere. Xixun, the purple-robed woman standing beside Jiang Yang, asked:
"A yi wood cultivator, then? In that case, Daoist Brother, you must be skilled at