Primordial Yang Sect, Heaven-Reaching Peak.
An escape light as black as ink descended upon the True Yang Daoist Ground, revealing a black-haired figure in black robes.
It was Liu Yu!
On the ninth day after completing his true disciple assessment mission, he received a message from the Sects just after finishing his daily cultivation, summoning him here for his promotion ceremony.
At a glance, quite a few cultivators had gathered on the grounds, all fellow Foundation Establishment disciples, some familiar and some unfamiliar.
Even those he had never met, however, Liu Yu knew by name. He would not suffer the embarrassment of crossing paths with someone and being unable to address them.
After all, cultivators had photographic memories, and the Primordial Yang Sect had only a few hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators. Even without prior dealings, their basic information was easy enough to collect.
"Senior Brother Liu, congratulations."
Qian Zhijin strode over and cupped his hands.
His smile was as warm as a spring breeze, but his heart was filled with complicated feelings, both envy and a touch of jealousy. How times had changed.
Back then, Liu Yu had been an ordinary outer disciple, his cultivation merely at the qi refining fourth layer.
To secure a slightly better outer sect assignment, he had even offered Qian Zhijin spirit stones as a favor, addressing him as "Senior Brother Qian."
But time had passed and circumstances had changed. Both their positions had undergone tremendous shifts.
The other man had soared into the sky, climbing step by step from an unremarkable outer disciple. Now he was about to join the ranks of the true disciples, and even Qian Zhijin had to call him senior brother.
That was the position of a true disciple!
The Sects had over four hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators, yet only