It is clear.
These are indeed the representatives from the Heavenly Tyrant Sect.
At the forefront is an elder from the Heavenly Tyrant Sect, named Fan Chong.
After disembarking from the flying vessel, he wears a solemn expression, his attire impeccably neat.
The Ancestral Patriarch, though still within the underground palace of the Sacred Mountain, personally transmitted a voice message to him, instructing him to bring seventy percent of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect's harvest over the past decade to the Hundred Refinements Sect. Additionally, he conveyed several other serious matters.
From the Ancestral Patriarch's gravity, Fan Chong understood the significance of this journey.
Thus, he dared not show the slightest negligence. Even before setting out, he performed ablutions and burned incense, to signify the solemnity of the occasion.
"Elder Fan."
Sun Zimei hurried to greet him.
The arrival of the upper sect's representatives was an unusual occurrence.
This surprised and shocked him.
Those from other sects who had yet to leave also paid their respects in unison.
However, compared to Sun Zimei, they harbored less surprise and more anticipation.
"Elder Sun."
Upon seeing the numerous elders bowing to greet him, Fan Chong paused briefly, but ignored the others, only nodding slightly to the elders of the Hundred Refinements Sect.
"May I ask, Elder Fan, what brings you to our humble sect today?" Sun Zimei inquired, feeling flattered.
"I come to deliver something."
"At the command of the Ancestral Patriarch, I have brought seventy percent of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect's harvest over the past decade."
As he spoke, Fan Chong, like the other elders, directly produced several storage rings.
Each ring was filled with various treasures.
"Ah... this..."
"Seventy percent?"
Sun Zimei was dumbfounded once more.
First the thirty sects, then the fifty sects, and now even the upper sect is sending gifts?
What on earth is going on?
"Why?"
Sun Zimei blurted out the question.
"Because of the Ancestral Patriarch's orders," Fan Chong replied respectfully.
Sun Zimei was on the verge of rolling his eyes.
Wasn't that just a matter-of-fact statement?
"Elder Sun, you needn't be so concerned. We understand that such matters are not meant to be disclosed, so my visit is not aimed at probing or asking questions. It's merely a gesture of goodwill."
Fan Chong glanced at Sun Zimei, as if comprehending his thoughts, and softly explained.
???
Understand?
What do you understand?
I don't even understand...
Sun Zimei was utterly baffled—like a woman's veil of confusion!
"Farewell."
Before he could press further,
Fan Chong had already turned to leave.
Clearly,
Upon his arrival, the Ancestral Patriarch had solemnly instructed him.
Do not pry, do not ask a single question.
Deliver the goods and leave, without bragging about what the Heavenly Tyrant Sect had offered.
Sun Zimei rushed over to question him.
But Fan Chong seemed unwilling to discuss these matters further, leaving an apprehensive Sun Zimei with no choice but to respectfully see him off.
"We bid farewell to Elder."
Sun Zimei respectfully called out.
And due to the arrival of these dignitaries, many disciples were now watching, so Sun Zimei quickly waved to disperse them, ensuring they did not obstruct Elder Fan's path.
In an instant, the entire mountain gate cleared, no disciple daring to stand in the way.
However,
What Sun Zimei did not expect was that at that moment, a servant disciple carrying a small parcel approached the mountain gate from outside.
"Hmm."
"The Master has always been longing for peanuts. I bought them for him; he must be delighted!"
The young servant murmured to himself, paying no attention to anyone else.
"Huh?"
Suddenly spotting an obstructive servant, Sun Zimei's expression darkened.
"The departure of Elder from the upper sect is imminent. All idle persons, make way."
Sun Zimei bellowed.
Yet, the servant seemed oblivious to his words, continuing his muttered thoughts as he approached the mountain gate.
"How dare you!"
Seeing this, Sun Zimei's expression turned furious; he soared into action...
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