The Cult Master's Thoughts Were Hard to Guess

Envoy Mu from Yi Xiang Peak led his attendants out of Misty Hall, while Yang Ruying and the Misty Hall disciples saw them off from behind. As the Pill-Refining Hall disciple who had just received a reward, Zhang Xiaohua accompanied them as well.

Once Envoy Mu had strutted arrogantly down the mountain, Yang Ruying turned to Zhang Xiaohua with a smile. "Martial Nephew Ren truly has blessings that reach the heavens. First, you were saved by Zhang Xiaohu of our hall, then sent to Shixin Peak. You have only just arrived, yet you have already been named a reserve alchemy disciple for the inner sect. This hall congratulates you in advance. If there comes a chance in the future, do take good care of Misty Hall."

Zhang Xiaohua hurriedly bowed and repeatedly said that he did not dare.

Yang Ruying nodded at him, then led the others back into Misty Hall.

Once everyone had left, Du Feng stepped forward and cupped his hands. "Congratulations, Junior Brother Ren. Less than an hour has passed, and you are already an inner sect disciple. When we meet again in the future, I may have to look up at you!"

Zhang Xiaohua gave a bitter smile and waved his hand. "Senior Brother Du, do not mock me. My head is full of fog—I do not know what is going on either! Oh, right, what exactly does reserve alchemy disciple for the inner sect... mean?"

Du Feng shook his head just as helplessly. "Junior Brother Ren, you are a disciple of the Incense-Passing Cult's Pill-Refining Hall. Even you do not know what a reserve inner sect alchemy disciple means, so how would I know?"

Zhang Xiaohua fell silent. Indeed, the Misty Hall disciples had only arrived at the Incense-Passing Cult four or five years ago,