"When I remember the first Sect Small Competition, the two Sect Leaders just rode a Snake Dragon Cloud Carriage, but now all the Elders have set up a Ten Miles Cloud Platform, with more than a hundred Daoist disciples dressed up, and even beautiful Daoist nuns playing music behind! It's too shameful, too degenerate, and too corrupting!"
Ye Rong landed with his sword light and glanced around, taking in the whole scene of the cloud platform.
Today, his status within Qingcheng Sect is already higher than many ordinary Elders, so he no longer needs to salute when meeting them.
But when the Chief Master passed by, many Elders would stand up voluntarily from their seats to greet him, and he would nod without stopping.
On Chen Tai Zhen's eldest brother's table was a water mirror, which clearly reflected the two Qingcheng disciples competing with their swords on the ring below, and several Elders were exchanging opinions in low voices, offering assessments.
