After carefully reading the notifications for a moment, he called in An Xingsheng.
"Does Senior Brother Wang have something to instruct?" An Xingsheng asked respectfully.
Wang Zijia sat in his seat, glanced at him, and said, "In the sect these few days, hasn't there been quite a few rumors about me flying around?"
"More than just a few, Brother, don't you know yet? You are not only famous in our ranks, but you are already a well-known Taoist Seed in the whole sect and a representative of the unsophisticated. Many disciples admire and yearn for your exploits!" When it came to gossip, An Xingsheng spoke excitedly.
"My exploits?" Wang Zijia asked in doubt.
"Yes, your exploits." An Xingsheng spoke passionately and excitedly. "Born in obscurity, you concealed your talent in your childhood and cultivated it quietly. After your father passed away when you were young, you attached yourself to a small clan to enter the sect, continuing to keep a low profile and bide your time."
