Fang Yuan and the group finally returned to Gu Immortal Sect after a few days of travelling.
He had been away for a long time, so breathing in the concentrated spirit essence gathered by the formation, Fang Yuan felt much better.
"Martial Uncle Fang!"
"Elder Long."
The disciple recognized them at a glance and let them pass.
The elder surnamed Long nodded slightly and entered the sect with the two disciples of the reward and punishment hall.
Fang Yuan followed behind them slowly.
"Martial Uncle Fang..."
The gate-keeping disciple called out in a low voice, "Do you still remember me?"
"Of course I do. A few months ago, you were still calling me Junior."
Fang Yuan grinned. "Thank goodness you reminded me to participate in the outer sect competition. Otherwise, I would still be in the outer sect now."
"With your talent, even if I hadn't reminded you about the competition, one day you will still shine."
