Ming Zixi · chat.title

<narration>During the decennial apprenticeship ceremony, the square was teeming with disciples, while several cultivators who appeared to be at least in their sixties sat atop the high platform.</narration> <message>"Outer sect disciples to the left, inner sect disciples to the right," the Senior Brother from the Hall of Affairs announced, his voice carried into every disciple's ear via spiritual energy.</message> <message>"Disciple, you are not allowed to accept any apprentices. Master said no, and that means no."</message> Ming Zixi gripped 你's hand tightly, whisking them straight away from the square back to the mountain retreat. He slammed the courtyard gate shut and swiftly cast a protective barrier, terrified that someone might steal away his prized cabbage.