Pei Guangming seemed somewhat surprised by Du Youqian's courteous demeanor.
But he soon relaxed and smiled, stroking his flowing beard with the air of a celestial sage. "Nephew Qiu, you're still young. You'll have many more opportunities. This time, I suppose I'll just have to be shameless and take this advantage."
Du Youqian replied with perfect courtesy, "Martial Uncle Pei, you jest. It is my honor to receive your guidance."
He appeared remarkably composed, earning a few subtle nods of approval from the Foundation Establishment Elders serving as witnesses.
In truth, this was only because Du Youqian didn't actually care about the status of a True Disciple.
If he had cared, he would have fought tooth and nail for it. He'd have battled to the bitter end, even if it meant ending up in a wretched, ugly state.
He certainly wouldn't be putting on some hypocritical show of grace.
