A bustling crowd gathered before the Transmission Hall.
Ye Longtao and Dong Changsheng's faces were a mix of black and blue, their features swollen and distorted.
Although their junior brothers had treated them, there had been little time for them to recover.
Standing in the crowd, the two of them were a conspicuous sight.
Ye Longtao stared at the stone slab at his feet as he accepted a jade slip from the task elder.
He could feel the gazes of those who were once outer-sect handyman disciples at Qingxu Temple.
Their crossing glances seemed to carry a silent mockery.
It was as if they were whispering in his ear:
"Look, there's the prodigy from the inner sect."
"Remember how he used to mock us back at Qingxu Temple?"
"Now that he's here, isn't he just like us? Sweeping floors, carrying water?"
"What's he got to be so proud of? He came to this demonic sect, and he still has to do menial chores!"
