"Greetings, Senior Brother."
"Greetings, Senior Brother."
After concluding his morning cultivation, Han Ye roamed about Pure Yang Peak, frequently greeted with respectful salutations from the Outer Sect disciples around him. He simply returned their greetings with a friendly nod, as if he had gotten used to it.
After five months, the challenges from the disgruntled individuals had died down, and the position and respect for him as Senior Brother had become increasingly stable with fewer criticisms.
Indeed, in the world of cultivation, strength is everything.
Only when you are strong, will others respect you, and the weak can only be oppressed.
The Sect's Big Competition was drawing near. As the Senior Disciple of the Outer Sect, his senior sister Shen Yuxiang had entrusted him with a task that he naturally could not neglect.
As Han Ye walked, the Heavenly Earthly Spiritual Qi around him spontaneously surged towards him at a high affinity level.
