"Teacher, are you worried?" Xun Yang, the young disciple standing behind Yu Mo, asked in a low voice. She seemed to have noticed something.
"Fairly well... it's just... I'm feeling a little uneasy," Yu Mo sighed.
He knew that nowadays, Qingchen Temple, in the eyes of other Taoist Sects, had completely become an ordinary force known only for amassing wealth.
"Actually, Temple Master is not unwilling to spare just an Official Disciple spot. The fear is that if you ask for one, then the rest of the senior teachers will each want one too, and if this precedent is set, it will be a great burden on the Temple," the young disciple Xun Yang quietly moved closer and explained.
"You're quite the clever one," Yu Mo laughed, having naturally also thought of this.
After some thought, he reviewed the development of the Taoist Temple over the past few years.