Ten days later, the entire Misty Sect seethed with excitement, erupting like a powder keg set alight.
A few days earlier, the five great secret realms had finally closed after three years. Today was the joyous day when the disciples who had gone there to train would return, as though for a grand celebration.
Although many disciples had returned early, plenty of others had continued heading out to train, resulting in most of the disciples entering the secret realms one after another.
The Inner Gate Plaza was now packed with disciples, all beaming with anticipation. Like a flock of cheerful little birds, they chattered away.
Many had come to welcome close brothers and best friends they had not seen in years, while others were simply there to watch the excitement, looking this way and that like a troop of curious monkeys.
Ying Ming Hao stood in an inconspicuous corner, yet senior brothers and senior sisters from the sect surrounded him like stars clustered around the moon.
He was now one of the sect's most celebrated figures behind the scenes. His business empire stood apart within the sect, drawing everyone's attention.
Some disciples in the sect might not know him, but they had definitely eaten ingredients from his Breeding Farm. Even the sect's cafeteria and restaurants sourced their ingredients from him.
It could be said that, without anyone noticing, he had become an invisible hand holding half the sect's lifeblood.
If he suddenly disappeared, the entire sect would probably have to go hungry for a while.
Food was heaven to the people, and that was something they could not accept.
Ying Ming Hao greeted them warmly as well. These were all his customers, walking gods of wealth! He could neglect anyone else, but never them!
The disciples showered Ying Ming