If one were to ask what major events had happened lately.
Then nothing drew more attention than the Sect Recruitment Ceremony in Yuzhou City.
Not only did the Demon-Suppression Bureau vouch for and recommend it, but even Abbot Yuanjing of Chanwood Temple spoke well of this Sect.
It was as though all the world's opportunities for immortality had fallen there.
The reputations of both the Demon-Suppression Bureau and Chanwood Temple were beyond question, and naturally, more and more people gathered.
With the joint endorsement of these two renowned institutions, most people who met the requirements were preparing to attend the ceremony.
After all, who did not want to become a cultivator who flew back and forth through the sky?
In truth, the reputations of those Sects in the past had never been particularly good.
They made people hesitate to throw stones at a rat for fear of breaking the china.
After all, what great Sect did not have one or two people who were not right in the head?
It was precisely those one or two people who ruined their Sect's reputation.
At the foot of the Sect's mountain.
"Brother, make some room! The ceremony doesn't start until the day after tomorrow. What's the point of lining up here already? Don't you people need to use the toilet?"
A burly man with a face full of whiskers nudged a young man dressed like a scholar in front of him.
The young man twisted his head around with difficulty, and upon seeing the burly man's face, said incredulously:
"Uncle, didn't you know the requirements before you came? They're only taking people under thirty right now."
The burly man's eyes widened at that, and he snapped, "What do you mean, uncle? I'm only eighteen this year! I just look a little mature.