Along the way, Xiao Ming and his companions arrived at the Mission Board, a bustling hub where disciples gathered to take on missions in exchange for contribution points.
The Mission Board was a place of constant activity, with disciples of all ranks milling about, discussing tasks, and forming teams.
Xiao Ming had been here before, and it was during one of those visits that he had impulsively chosen the earth-grade task—a decision that had caused quite a stir in the outer sect.
The memory of that day still lingered in the minds of many, and as Xiao Ming approached, whispers began to ripple through the crowd.
"My goodness! Am I seeing right? Isn't that Xiao Ming?" one disciple muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.
He was a young man with a thin frame and a nervous demeanor, his eyes wide as he stared at Xiao Ming as if he were seeing a ghost.
