"Greetings, Hall Master."
Hou San asked several people to wait outside while he entered first, paying respects to an elder who appeared to be in his sixties or seventies.
The elder hummed faintly, opened his eyes, glanced at him, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Reporting to the Hall Master, I plan to recommend a few people to join the sect. I seek your approval."
Hou San was utterly respectful, lacking any of the arrogance he had shown in the city.
"Bring them in."
The elder spoke, "The more believers we have, the stronger the Divine Power our lord can bring to this world. If you can turn all the residents of Qingyang City into devotees of our lord, you will surely receive even greater rewards."
Upon hearing this, a fervent gleam flashed in Hou San's eyes.
Having gone from a street hoodlum to a revered Cultivator overnight, he owed his transformation to the grace of the Demon God, and of course, he hoped for its strength to grow even more potent.
