"Perform the ceremony of discipleship."
Tong Qingyan and Xu Xingchen, both dressed in the most formal yet skimpy clothing, shivered violently in the early winter of the Imperial Capital.
In such cold weather, when heating was necessary, they were required to dress so scantily for their apprenticeship ceremony.
Tong Qingyan's sneezes came one after another, her fair little face turned colorless from the cold, her head spinning with dizziness.
Jiao Peng sat in the seat of honor, his garments billowing in the winter chill, looking completely content.
Jiao Peng sighed, "Once you've entered the sect of cultivation, even sub-zero temperatures won't faze you."
Upon hearing this, Tong Qingyan's eyes lit up, filled with some excitement and anticipation.
This really is an Immortal big-shot!
Cho wouldn't know if Bai Chuwei would regret not agreeing to be a disciple when she finds out about this in the future?