"Hey Xing, are you really okay here? After all, it's the Pure Yang memorial..."
In the back mountain of the Dance Tool Dao Academy, Yu Tianguang looked at Chen Xingxing lying on a chair playing games and said helplessly.
"The Grandmaster has only left, not died, and these memorials are held too frequently. Once every hundred years is enough. The Grandmaster isn't concerned with such vain honors."
Chen Xingxing spoke lazily while holding his phone.
[He cares about these vain honors the most!]
Yu Tianguang knew Chen Mobai's temperament well, after all, he had witnessed his high-profile entrance exam in Red Sandstone City and experienced Chen Mobai's peak years in the Immortal Gate.
But this inner thought could not be voiced, lest it affect Chen Mobai's brilliant image.
"The main purpose is to have these Nascent Soul Cultivators gather under the Pure Yang name and discuss the future development of our Weapon Dancing Sect."
