"Greetings, Elder Bu Luo!"
"Paying respects to Elder!"
"Salutations, Elder!"
"..."
Along the way, disciples continuously bowed to Bu Luo, speaking similar words. They did not even need to see his face clearly; with a single glance at the bamboo basket on his back, they knew who he was.
As an alchemist, Bu Luo was one of the people most respected by the disciples in Pojun Sect, second only to the two Supreme Elders.
Bu Luo's attainments in alchemy were not much inferior to Shangguan Tianque's. Yet there were scarcely any people left in the sect who could ask Shangguan Tianque, a Supreme Elder, to open his furnace and refine pills.
But whenever Bu Luo was in a good mood, or took a liking to someone, even if that person were merely a minor cultivator in the Qi Condensation Stage, he might offer a few pointers or even personally refine pills for them.
Bu Luo kept the necessary sect rules firmly in mind and obeyed them. This was one of the matters Li Yan had specifically instructed him about, and Bu Luo had never dared forget it. Outside the sect rules, however, he acted entirely according to his own preferences.
Fortunately, after wandering alone for all these years, he was no longer the person who acted recklessly in everything. He understood that now that he had entered a sect, he had to observe its proper rules.
Thus, so long as something suited his tastes and was permitted by sect rules, he did as his heart wished. This had made him beloved by countless people throughout Pojun Sect, from top to bottom.
Bu Luo moved through the sect toward his own cave dwelling. He rarely flew within the sect and had always enjoyed this feeling of strolling leisurely through a quiet