Steward Yang was taken aback, then immediately understood. Smiling, he said, "Don't be fooled by how profound the outer disciples' martial arts are, or how much more respectable they look than us. In the eyes of the inner disciples, they aren't much different from us. Don't take this outer disciple status too seriously either. Sooner or later, you'll become an outer disciple yourself."
He continued, "And those disciples you mentioned who do labor—they aren't outer disciples of Wuming Hall either. They are disciples of Qiankun Hall."
"Qiankun Hall?"
"Hehe, don't let the name Qiankun Hall scare you. It's actually just a hall responsible for the miscellaneous affairs of our Incense-Passing Cult. Since it handles far too many things and practically covers every kind of task, they gave it a resounding name—Qiankun Hall."
"Oh, so that's how it is. Then which mountain peak are they on?"
Steward Yang pointed to the left and said, "About several dozen li ahead, hmm, that somewhat lower peak over there is theirs. It's called Qionglong Peak."
Afterward, Steward Yang briefly explained a few matters that required attention within the Incense-Passing Cult. Several times, Zhang Xiaohua wanted to ask which peak Misty Hall was located on, but each time the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back. He feared that asking so eagerly would arouse Steward Yang's suspicion. In any case, he had already entered the Incense-Passing Cult. If nothing unexpected happened, he would not have a chance to leave for at least two years. There was plenty of time to make inquiries; there was no need to rush now.
As they spoke, the carriage continued upward. The mountain road on Baiyue Peak was extremely broad, winding around the mountain without seeming especially steep. After quite some time, they rounded a ridge, and an immense