The disciple-accepting ceremony

Yu Shan's eyes suddenly widened. He had guessed what Feng Zijing meant.

"You're saying to let Feng Qiao participate in the disciple recruitment ceremony?"

"Not bad."

Feng Zijing nodded.

"But ..."

Just as Yu Shan was about to say something, a light suddenly flashed in his mind, and he raised his head to look at Feng Zijing.

You mean, let Feng Qiao and Li Tian go to the Supreme Daoist sect together?"

Feng Zijing didn't say anything, but Yu Shan knew that he was admitting to it.

The Supreme Dao sect's disciple recruitment ceremony was held once every thousand years. It was a huge event and the entire Central Plains would be shaken for a period of time. Almost all the young talents from various regions would rush to the central region of the Central Plains to participate in the assessment or witness this rare event.