Chu Feng said nothing more, waving a hand to indicate that Fang Han could leave.
His attitude was a stark contrast to True Disciple Wang Miao's warmth, filled with the disdain a True Disciple held for an ordinary disciple.
Fang Han paid it no mind. After bowing once more, he turned and left the living room, following the servant out of the courtyard.
'It seems not all True Disciples are as kind as Wang Miao. People like him are probably in the minority!'
Fang Han remained unfazed, carefully placing the package and letter into a satchel he had prepared.
In a place with a strict hierarchy like the Qingxuan Sect, strength and status were everything.
It was only natural for a True Disciple, someone destined to become an Elder at the very least, to treat an unknown, ordinary disciple like him with cold indifference.
With the items in hand, he wasted no more time. He headed straight down the mountain and out the gates of the Qingxuan Sect.
