Many people in the hall witnessed this scene.
"Senior Brother Lai," Zhao Rong, clueless about this person's intentions, could only greet him politely.
Although he had not formally become an apprentice, having not even met Mr. Liu in person, he found himself automatically categorized by faction.
"Not bad, not bad."
"I didn't expect Mr. Liu to have such a disciple, named Zhao Rong, right?"
"Does Senior Brother Lai have any advice?"
Lai Zhirui hid a trace of malice, "Our sect is extremely strict with the intake of disciples, their background and origins must be thoroughly vetted, and not just anyone can be admitted."
"Before my own admittance, I worked for six years as a steward for my master in the Datong Commercial Association, during which time I continuously verified lineage, conduct, and aptitude."
"Zhao, you are young, and I have never heard our sect's members mention your history before. May I ask who introduced you to Mr. Liu?"
