The Sect Leader was quite puzzled, but also knew that this wasn’t the right time to ask questions. He could only inquire privately later.
The Sect Leader was very pleased and encouraged them, also giving them substantial rewards of various elixirs, minerals, etc.
However, at this moment, Jie Wenzhan made a request, which was to ask once more to become the Sect Leader’s disciple.
This time, the Sect Leader did not refuse again and accepted Jie Wenzhan as his disciple.
"Master, here is your disciple’s bow." Jie Wenzhan knelt swiftly and performed a grand salute.
"Good disciple, get up, get up." The Sect Leader’s eyes narrowed into slits with laughter.
Previously, he hadn’t accepted him for two reasons. First, with the likes of Ye Chenfeng as a peerless gem, if Jie Wenzhan was accepted, the comparison might place too much pressure on him, destabilizing his mindset and providing no benefit to his cultivation. Second, with two unmatched geniuses under his wing, those old fogies in the sect would surely get jealous; he had to leave them some juicy tidbits at least.
Yet after Jie Wenzhan was refused, he preferred to be an Outer Disciple rather than apprenticing under someone else. During his time as an Outer Disciple, the Sect Leader kept an eye on him, and after testing Jie Wenzhan’s steadfastness, the Sect Leader hesitated no more. Today, Jie Wenzhan made the request again, and naturally, the Sect Leader agreed.
After Jie Wenzhan stood up, he turned to Ye Chenfeng beside him and said, "Senior Brother, from now on, we’re real brothers."
Ye Chenfeng also turned to look at Jie Wenzhan, speechless for a while.
"You little rascal, can’t you say something welcoming?" The Sect Leader looked at Ye Chenfeng’s expressionless face, jumping with anger.
"Ah, welcome." Ye Chenfeng opened his mouth, expressionless, mimicking the Sect Leader’s words.
The Sect Leader was so angry he almost fell over.
"Call him Junior Brother, welcome Junior Brother!" the Sect Leader exclaimed in frustration.
"Ah, welcome, Junior Brother." Ye Chenfeng continued to repeat with a blank face.
The Sect Leader felt a rush of heat to his forehead.
Jie Wenzhan, however, raised his eyebrows slightly, not upset, not upset, he seemed, somewhat used to it...
"No worries, I’ll take my leave first. Tianmiao said she wants to stroll around the back mountain." This time Ye Chenfeng said a bit more, though it was to excuse himself with haste.
"Tianmiao?" The Sect Leader paused, then suddenly realized, "Your Sword Spirit’s name?"
"That’s right." Ye Chenfeng nodded.
"Alright, you go then..." The Sect Leader waved weakly, but before he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew into the main hall.
Everyone was startled, what happened?
However, the next scene that unfolded left everyone with wide-open mouths and eyes.
The great lord of the Canglang Sect—Yinglong! He rushed in like a flying dragon, running directly to the Sword Spirit named Tianmiao and wagging its tail twice.
Indeed, although the lord Yinglong wagged twice and stopped, they were sure they didn’t see wrong. Lord Yinglong really wagged its tail at Tianmiao!
"Tian... Tiantian!" Yinglong almost called her an adult, but was immediately coerced into changing it with a death stare from Tianmiao, blurting out Tiantian in hesitation.
"Oh my, Ba Dao. You’re here too." Tianmiao greeted him like she was meeting an old friend.
"Ahaha, yes, Tiantian~ let me show you around my turf. There’s no place in the Canglang Sect I don’t know." Yinglong wanted to wipe non-existent sweat from his forehead but resisted his urge to look for trouble.
"Alright." Tianmiao nodded.
Amid everyone’s astonishment, Tianmiao leisurely followed Yinglong out.
The Sect Leader cast a questioning look at Ye Chenfeng. What’s going on? Can this Sword Spirit leave its sword and run around far away? And this Sword Spirit is actually friends with Lord Yinglong?