"The Sect Master made no other arrangements for your duties after your promotion to the Inner Sect."
Lü Di clearly found the subject difficult to broach, but he still managed a thin smile. "Like the other disciples, starting today, you're a Service Hall disciple of our Azure Cloud Sect's Inner Sect."
Arts Hall?
Didn't the Azure Cloud Sect only have seven halls? Had my information been wrong all along?
Lin Mo froze for a moment, then broke into a grin. "That name makes sense. Spirit Plant Farmers earn their living through their craft, after all. Being an Arts Hall disciple is nothing to be ashamed of."
"Well..."
Lü Di wore a bitter smile. "You misunderstood. Not 'arts' as in practicing a craft, but 'service' as in servant work. Since it isn't considered fit for polite company, it isn't listed among the sect's official halls..."
S-servant work?!
The smile on Lin Mo's face froze completely, replaced by an immense, indescribable sense of humiliation.
It wasn't the status of "servant" that bothered him; he had started out as a Servant Disciple himself.
What he couldn't accept was this: they were all Inner Sect Disciples, so why should those from Spirit Plant Peak be treated as inferior and subjected to such humiliation?
No wonder Gou Fengying had bullied Spirit Plant Peak time and again. If Elder Yuan hadn't possessed a little fighting spirit, the disciples of Spirit Plant Peak would probably have been in an even worse plight!
"I understand."
Lin Mo gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart. "Martial Uncle Lü, where is the spirit field I'm responsible for?"
"I'll go cultivate spirit plants there right away and fulfill my duties as a Service Hall disciple!"
"Ah!"
Lü Di knew Lin Mo was seething, but there was nothing