A Token of My Devotion

This incident completely stunned Sun Zimei.

To be so shameless—he had never encountered such a person before.

It made him feel utterly frustrated.

All the preparations he had made, all the schemes he had plotted in secret, were meant to make Yi Feng lose face, weren't they?

The feeling was like throwing a punch into a pile of cotton.

And so, he watched as Yi Feng left, smiling all the way.

"Hmph!"

"Let's go!"

Sun Zimei's face twitched, and with a dark expression, he departed.

Upon returning to the Elder Hall, he had barely sat down when a subordinate rushed in to report.

"Reporting to Grand Elder Sun, the elders of Tian Sen Hall, Bai Xin Sect, Luo Ri Temple, Tian Ren Gate... and over thirty other sects have come to request an audience."

The subordinate knelt on the ground and hastily delivered the message.

"What?"

Sun Zimei, who had been preoccupied with thoughts of how to deal with Yi Feng, abruptly stood up upon hearing this news.

His expression was filled with disbelief.

Tian Sen Hall? Bai Xin Sect? Luo Ri Temple?

Thirty-plus sect elders requesting an audience?

What's going on?

This immediately made Sun Zimei feel both uneasy and nervous.

Leaving aside the sheer number, just taking the Luo Ri Temple and Tian Sen Valley as examples, even though they were subordinate sects of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect, their overall strength far surpassed that of the Hundred Refinements Sect.

In fact, they weren't even on the same level.

Now, they had all come to his Hundred Refinements Sect and requested an audience—what could it be about?

Sun Zimei quickly summoned the other elders.

With anxious hearts, they all rushed towards the reception hall.

When they arrived at the reception hall, sure enough, over thirty elders from different sects were already waiting there.

"Hahaha, Sun Zimei greets the esteemed elders."

Sun Zimei attempted to stay composed as he greeted everyone.

But faced with the presence of over thirty elders from different sects, his subconscious movements betrayed his inner panic.

His body slightly bowed, revealing his unease!

After all, having so many sect representatives visit the Hundred Refinements Sect was unprecedented.

Who would have known?

The others were even more courteous than Sun Zimei.

As Sun Zimei extended his greetings, the other elders, in unison, all stood up.

"Oh my, Grand Elder Sun, what are you doing? There's no need to be so polite!"

The thirty-plus elders rushed toward Sun Zimei, jostling to assist him as he slightly bowed.

This scene instantly left Sun Zimei in a state of pleasant surprise.

This...

What's happening?

Among these people, some he had met before—especially those from a few sects more powerful than the Hundred Refinements Sect, who usually looked down their noses at him whenever they met.

However,

This was not even the part that left Sun Zimei even more bewildered.

After the brief pleasantries, the thirty-plus elders, competing with each other, took out spatial rings and courteously offered them up.

"Grand Elder Sun!"

"This is some of the benefits our sect obtained from last year's secret realm expedition—it's filled with treasures!"

"Grand Elder Sun, these are some pills concocted by our sect's elder—you know, our sect's alchemist is quite skilled."

"Grand Elder Sun, and this, please accept it."

The thirty-plus elders vied with each other to speak, presenting their spatial rings brimming with treasures.

Staring at each of these spatial rings loaded with valuable items, Sun Zimei gaped in shock. Before he could even speak, the elders began to take their leave.

"Hahaha, Grand Elder Sun, we shall take our leave now."

Afterward, disregarding Sun Zimei's confusion and attempts to stop them, they left directly.

After all, they were all well aware—to curry favor with such a supreme expert, the less you speak, the better.

One only needed to present their sincere gesture; any superfluous words were unnecessary.