"Even if you still wanted to keep a low profile, Junior Brother Wang, I'm afraid that won't be realistic after this trial ends. At the very least, a position as a true disciple is all but guaranteed," Wan Shan said after some thought.
"A position as a true disciple would certainly be welcome if the sect is willing to give it to me. And it's not that I intend to keep a low profile-I simply don't want to draw too much attention," Wang Yu said with a sigh.
"I understand what you mean, Junior Brother Wang. I know what to tell people once I return." This time, Wan Shan nodded repeatedly, looking as though he understood exactly what Wang Yu had in mind.
Seeing this, Wang Yu nodded in satisfaction.
He felt that he had already stolen quite enough of the limelight during this visit to the Secret Realm. All he needed to do now was claim his share of the Spirit Herb Garden's herbs and stay with Senior Brother Tian's group until their remaining time in the Secret Realm ran out.
While Wang Yu was considering this, the group flew into a mountain hollow and stopped.
He saw Senior Brother Tian exchange a few quiet words with two people in the group. One then took a gourd from his waist, while the other produced a banner wreathed in an azure haze.
The first tossed his gourd into the air and pointed at it. Silver powder immediately sprayed from the gourd in an unending stream, forming a pale silver cloud in the blink of an eye.
The other pointed his Azure Banner at the silver cloud. A fierce wind rose, sweeping up all the silver powder and sending it billowing toward the summit of the low hill.
The next moment,