The final rankings were released, and at last it was time to recruit disciples.
In an instant, the eyes of the whole crowd all turned toward the four Mystic Immortals, calm and composed, as if waiting for them to speak first.
This was an unwritten rule of the Immortal Realm—the top great sects chose first, and only afterward would it be the turn of the smaller sects and minor factions. Everything was decided by strength.
"Since everyone is being so modest, this old man won't stand on ceremony."
Ouyang Yuanshan took the lead, his steps swifter than lightning, truly hale and hearty despite his age.
Before anyone could even make out an afterimage, he had already appeared in front of Shen Yun.
"Hahaha, this old man counted on his fingers and found that little friend has no shallow destiny with my Ouyang Family."
His face was full of smiles as he winked and wriggled his brows. "In my view, you and Qinghe are a perfect match of handsome talent and beautiful lady. Why not become my Ouyang Family's treasured son-in-law? I will definitely hold the joyous event in grand style."
As his words fell, Shen Yun was speechless for a while.
He had long since understood how unreliable this old fellow was, and did not take these mad words to heart.
Just then, a pink fist suddenly came flying over, striking Ouyang Yuanshan squarely on the back without the slightest deviation.
"Grandpa, what nonsense are you talking!"
Ouyang Qinghe's willow brows stood on end, her pretty face flushed red, though whether from anger or shame was hard to say.
"Hiss..."
Ouyang Yuanshan winced in pain and could not help rubbing his old waist, nearly suffering internal injuries from that punch.
Once he caught his breath, however, he still remembered the