White Palace? Disciples?
None of this made sense. Xuan's only master was Pan Gu, the creator of the Three Realms herself. Who was this puppet to call him a disciple? And what was this 'White Palace', so grand yet he'd never heard about it before in his thousands of years of cultivation?
Naturally, the others were concerned by this as well. They haven't even accepted, and this puppet just waltzed in out of nowhere calling them 'disciples'?
"With all due respect, none of us here present have agreed to become disciples of your so-called White Palace," Yang Tze stated firmly, stepping forward. "I demand an explanation."
"An explanation? Very well," the puppet said, closing its eyes. "The Corridors of Time—those passages you just went through—can be considered to be the entrance exams to the White Palace. Since you all have passed, you all are automatically disciples of this sect. Understand?"
