In front of the Ancestral Master Hall, Song Yin knelt down, and the other disciples didn't dare to neglect either, kneeling behind him, each with a different expression.
Zhang Fei Xuan curled his lips, concealing the disdain in his eyes so that no one would notice.
Even behind his senior brother, he didn't dare to show even a hint of negativity towards his master, lest Big Senior Brother find out because then it wouldn't be just about scolding or not scolding.
Now they were in the Chaotic Sea, all bathed in the radiance of the sun. Although they hadn't been refined by Big Senior Brother for a long time, it wasn't as if they were at ease. In the obscure depths of their spiritual sense, what felt warm and repelled all evils, upon closer inspection, felt as though they were in the Pill Furnace.
