Zhao Sheng Becomes a Disciple

That night, the Eight Diagrams Bright Tower at the heart of Xinglong City soared into the heavens like a colossal pillar of light, incessantly emitting dazzling rainbow hues, illuminating the vast Xinglong City and adding an endless luster to the grand ceremony.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the Linwei Pavilion on the ninth floor of the Bright Tower was exceptionally warm and cheerful. The Zhao Family Foundation Establishment Elders, unable to contain their joy, all looked with admiration toward Ancestor Zhao Xuanjing, who sat at the highest seat.

Zhao Sheng, seated below the ancestor, was also very happy as he looked toward Zhao Xuanjing, feeling both sentimental and relieved.

Time passed like water, flowing ceaselessly over eight hundred years.

He had probably never imagined that the clumsy yet astute boy from those years would reach such heights today.