The terrain of Honglie Continent is peculiar, with towering mountain ranges encircling the area, rising a hundred zhang above the sea. In the midst of it lies a pure basin. At the mont, a grand tournant is taking place, and at each of the four cardinal directions stands an imposing thirty-zhang-high monuntal archway. Behind each archway are rows of flag gates.
If disciples of the sect pass through them, they will be guided to the cliffside pavilions and winding corridors within the mountains, where they are seated separately, avoiding overcrowding.
When the Wang Sisters and Li Guozhi arrived, they heard the lodious chi of golden bells ringing from afar, resonating gently and soothingly, accompanied by waves of faintly audible musical notes. In the distant sky, rainbow light danced, auspicious clouds painted the horizon, and radiant halos shimred as Spirit Bird Flying Boats soared back and forth, never ceasing.
As they approached the cliffside, a Daoist riding a White Crane ca forward to greet them. Bowing with hands clasped, he said, "I wonder where my fellow sect mbers have co from? This humble Daoist can assist in arranging your seating."
At this mont, disciples from various sects and islands were arriving in droves, making the Deacon Disciples responsible for guiding them extrely busy.
Though busy, not all disciples are treated equally. There is always a distinction between high and low status. Those who hail from renowned masters’ teachings are often allocated pri pavilions. Not only is the viewing of disciples’ matches comfortable and enjoyable from these spots, but attendants and female servants may also accompany them, providing ticulous service to ensure no complaint of mistreatnt arises.
However, those who do not possess significant reputation or co from less prominent sects are instead cramd together in shared pavilions accommodating dozens at once. Comfort, naturally, is out of the question.
Sotis, disciples who don’t get along are even seated together. Such arrangents, however, are beyond the concerns of the Deacon Daoists.
If anyone violates sect rules, Powerful Warriors can be ordered to escort them out imdiately.
This was Li Guozhi’s first ti observing the grand tournant here. He had previously inquired about the customs and arrangents from his fellow mbers. Considering himself to be soone of status, he didn’t want the Wang Sisters and Tian Kun to look down on him. Noticing the Daoist’s cultivation, which didn’t seem much greater than his own, he took the initiative to step forward and said, "I am from the school under Yu Master of Yingxian Island. I trust the Deacon can offer so convenience and arrange us a favorable spot."
"Ah, so you are from Yingxian Island."
The Deacon Daoist listened to his words, cast him a sidelong glance, and lazily tossed over a token before pointing behind him, saying, "Do you see the flag gate at the Dui Position? With this token, you may go there. Hurry along."
"This..."
Li Guozhi’s expression subtly shifted. They were assigning him to the West Position?
Moreover, judging by the token’s appearance, it clearly wasn’t a promising location. Taking a deep breath, he replied, "Dear Deacon, might you reconsider? I am under the Yingxian Island sect. My teacher, Yu Chengyao, is a disciple of True Master ng."
Fearing the Daoist would be unaware of his background, he reiterated his lineage. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the Daoist frowned and shot him a few looks, his face displaying evident impatience. With a snort, he spurred the immortal crane beneath him and left, paying him no further mind.
Li Guozhi was left standing there, stunned.
Wang Caiting, quick-witted and perceptive, imdiately grasped the situation. Seeing Li Guozhi’s embarrassed deanor, however, she found it rather amusing and giggled, teasingly saying, "Senior Brother Li, it seems the token in your hand might lead to quite the luxurious pavilion."
Wang Caiwei gave her a slight tug, shooting her a reproachful look, then turned to Li Guozhi and said, "Senior Brother Li, my sister speaks nonsense; please don’t take it to heart."
Li Guozhi’s face grew slightly hot, and he could only respond with a bitter smile.
Tian Kun chid in, "Does it matter where we go? Why make such a fuss?"
Wang Caiwei laughed, "Second Senior Brother is quite correct. We are Xuann Sect Disciples, not the sort of pampered people who can’t withstand hardship. After enduring three years of austere life, can we not overlook sothing as trivial as seating arrangents?"
Li Guozhi, hearing this, felt a slight sense of sha. Nevertheless, as this matter concerned his teacher’s reputation, he couldn’t openly express his thoughts and simply remained silent, nodding toward the three of them. Taking another glance at the token, he steered his flying boat toward the Dui Position’s flag gate.
The Deacon Daoist, visibly displeased, had already moved so distance away. Before long, a White Robed Daoist approached him, proudly displaying an object in his hand and said, "Pi Rong, take a look at this. What do you think it is?"
The Deacon Daoist glanced at it and imdiately widened his eyes in shock, exclaiming, "Cloud... Cloud Sand? How did you acquire this?"
This Cloud Sand, plump and smooth, was undoubtedly of excellent quality. If exchanged, it could easily fetch over a thousand Spiritual Shells. His eyes were filled with envy as he stared at it.
The White Robed Daoist deliberately flaunted it a few more tis before stashing it away. Smugly, he said, "I just escorted a Chen Clan mber up the mountain earlier. Upon learning I also carried the surna Chen, and noticing that my service was satisfactory, they casually rewarded with this. Hehe, looks like I’ll be able to wander in the Nine Cities for quite so ti now."
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