Not only did Chu Ning feel no sense of belonging to Wenjin Sect, he felt the same way about the entire Bai City region.
The place was too chaotic, unsuited for a cultivator like him who sought longevity; what he needed was a stable, harmonious environment.
Indeed, once the great war was over, it would be time to head to Sun Moon Mountain and become a son-in-law.
He could come back in a few hundred years, by which time whether Wenjin Sect still existed would be another matter.
Seven days later.
The banquet to thank the senior brothers proceeded as scheduled.
Chu Ning had thought that there wouldn't be much to gain from this one, but to his surprise, there were still some generous gifts, especially from the disciples of the Elders.
"All smart people, eh? They've deduced from my actions that I'm not interested in the position of Young Sect Master and want to win me over," he mused.
Chu Ning smiled faintly as he accepted all the congratulatory gifts without hesitation.
