"Brother Qu, please have a seat."
Within the Qingjing Hall.
Zhang Jing's gaze falls upon Qu Junhou, who has just entered the hall, as he speaks in a warm tone.
A faint smile inadvertently appears on his face.
Besides, there's a hint of inscrutable surprise.
Qu Junhou's arrival today has caught Zhang Jing entirely off guard.
The lower level.
"Brother Zhang," Qu Junhou answers, revealing a confident smile, "after all, you're now a true disciple, and the Tao sect has its rules. Let's continue to address each other as Junior and Senior Brother. Once I advance to become a true disciple, we can change back to our original terms."
At his heel.
He could not help but sigh,
"It's been merely twenty years since we parted in Jiaoyun Realm, and I did not expect my senior brother to become a True Disciple of the Tao Sect, it makes me quite envious."
