It is clear.
These are indeed the representatives from the Heavenly Tyrant Sect.
At the forefront is an elder from the Heavenly Tyrant Sect, nad Fan Chong.
After disembarking from the flying vessel, he wears a solemn expression, his attire impeccably neat.
The Ancestral Patriarch, though still within the underground palace of the Sacred Mountain, personally transmitted a voice ssage to him, instructing him to bring seventy percent of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect's harvest over the past decade to the Hundred Refinents Sect. Additionally, he conveyed several other serious matters.
From the Ancestral Patriarch's gravity, Fan Chong understood the significance of this journey.
Thus, he dared not show the slightest negligence. Even before setting out, he perford ablutions and burned incense, to signify the solemnity of the occasion.
"Elder Fan."
Sun Zii hurried to greet him.
The arrival of the upper sect's representatives was an unusual occurrence.
This surprised and shocked him.
Those from other sects who had yet to leave also paid their respects in unison.
However, compared to Sun Zii, they harbored less surprise and more anticipation.
"Elder Sun."
Upon seeing the nurous elders bowing to greet him, Fan Chong paused briefly, but ignored the others, only nodding slightly to the elders of the Hundred Refinents Sect.
"May I ask, Elder Fan, what brings you to our humble sect today?" Sun Zii inquired, feeling flattered.
"I co to deliver sothing."
"At the command of the Ancestral Patriarch, I have brought seventy percent of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect's harvest over the past decade."
As he spoke, Fan Chong, like the other elders, directly produced several storage rings.
Each ring was filled with various treasures.
"Ah... this..."
"Seventy percent?"
Sun Zii was dumbfounded once more.
First the thirty sects, then the fifty sects, and now even the upper sect is sending gifts?
What on earth is going on?
"Why?"
Sun Zii blurted out the question.
"Because of the Ancestral Patriarch's orders," Fan Chong replied respectfully.
Sun Zii was on the verge of rolling his eyes.
Wasn't that just a matter-of-fact statent?
"Elder Sun, you needn't be so concerned. We understand that such matters are not ant to be disclosed, so my visit is not aid at probing or asking questions. It's rely a gesture of goodwill." Ｒ𝓪Ｎ𝐨𝔟Ëṣ
Fan Chong glanced at Sun Zii, as if comprehending his thoughts, and softly explained.
???
Understand?
What do you understand?
I don't even understand...
Sun Zii was utterly baffled—like a woman's veil of confusion!
"Farewell."
Before he could press further,
Fan Chong had already turned to leave.
Clearly,
Upon his arrival, the Ancestral Patriarch had solemnly instructed him.
Do not pry, do not ask a single question.
Deliver the goods and leave, without bragging about what the Heavenly Tyrant Sect had offered.
Sun Zii rushed over to question him.
But Fan Chong seed unwilling to discuss these matters further, leaving an apprehensive Sun Zii with no choice but to respectfully see him off.
"We bid farewell to Elder."
Sun Zii respectfully called out.
And due to the arrival of these dignitaries, many disciples were now watching, so Sun Zii quickly waved to disperse them, ensuring they did not obstruct Elder Fan's path.
In an instant, the entire mountain gate cleared, no disciple daring to stand in the way.
However,
What Sun Zii did not expect was that at that mont, a servant disciple carrying a small parcel approached the mountain gate from outside.
"Hmm."
"The Master has always been longing for peanuts. I bought them for him; he must be delighted!"
The young servant murmured to himself, paying no attention to anyone else.
"Huh?"
Suddenly spotting an obstructive servant, Sun Zii's expression darkened.
"The departure of Elder from the upper sect is imminent. All idle persons, make way."
Sun Zii bellowed.
Yet, the servant seed oblivious to his words, continuing his muttered thoughts as he approached the mountain gate.
"How dare you!"
Seeing this, Sun Zii's expression turned furious; he soared into action...
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