Soon, the training ground, which could accommodate 10,000 people, was filled.
Seeing this, Wang Qing'er on the high platform had an indescribable feeling.
I feel a bit depressed and down.
"One at a time, don't push..."
The person in charge's words were quickly drowned out by the noisy crowd.
"This humble monk is registering."
Then a voice came over.
Everyone was taken aback.
Then a passage clearly appeared, and at the end of the passage, a handsome monk stood there, his robe exuding a sense of majesty.
Just standing there calmly, yet there was an undeniable sense of oppression.
The monk's appearance unsurprisingly caused quite a stir.
Everyone knew that what they called seeking talent was actually just finding a backer for the Wang family martial arts school, and the condition for the exchange was naturally Wang Tianquan's beautiful daughter, Wang Qing'er.
"Could it be that this monk has also gotten involved?"
"Hahahaha... Miss Qing'er is indeed beautiful, even she has troubled those who don't care about worldly affairs."
"Wait a minute, why does this look so familiar..."
Amidst the mockery, someone finally took it seriously. The person who spoke squinted at him for a long time, his expression turning serious.
"The Venerable Master Shangshan..."
"He actually came..."
"Could the rumors be true...?"
Someone seemed to know the inside story and murmured.
The surrounding commotion and turmoil did not affect Abbot Shangshan in the slightest. He seemed detached from the situation, as if he were in an empty world. From the beginning until now, he had a smile on his face, as if nothing could affect him.
However, when his gaze inadvertently fell upon the person on the high platform, a slight ripple appeared in his eyes, which were as calm as still water, but then slowly returned to calm.
As if nothing had happened, he stood quietly in front of the steward, clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and said, "Please remember my name, Abbot Shangshan of Qinglong Temple."
The manager was stunned.
"You are the Venerable Shangshan..."
He stammered as he spoke, and his hand holding the pen trembled violently.
The Venerable Shangshan said, "I am Shangshan, please remember me."
As he spoke, he seemed to sense something and slowly raised his head.
Just then, Wang Qing'er also looked over.
Their gazes met in the air.
Shangshan calmly withdrew his gaze, then looked at the steward, put his hands together and said, "Benefactor, could you please pass on a message for this humble monk?"
The steward quickly stood up and respectfully returned the greeting, saying, "It is my honor to be able to serve you, Master."
“This humble monk is still the same Xi Tianqiu as before, and still Wang Qing’er’s backer.”
After saying this, Shangshan didn't wait for any reaction, but slowly turned around and left alone in front of everyone.
The steward bowed, giving a respectful salute.
These words were clearly heard by Wang Qing'er on the high platform. She had been paying attention to that side and clearly saw a hint of doting on Shang Shan's face.
Wang Qing'er's eyes were slightly red, and the moment she closed them, tears slowly flowed down her fair face.
"You used to love me so much, but now you act like a stranger. What do you mean by saying this..."
At this moment, their fates gradually became two parallel lines.
Perhaps Shangshan stood there wanting to say something, but couldn't say it openly due to his status. This statement in front of everyone might represent his attitude.
Just after Shangshan left, a person dressed in a fiery red robe appeared in the crowd.
He had an arrogant smile on his face, and even when he walked, he would raise half of his face and point his nose at people.
As he walked forward, everyone automatically parted to make way for him.
Clearly, everyone recognized the man with the somewhat smug smile on his face.
Zhao Jing of the Crimson Spirit Sect.
The sect leader is his father, and more importantly, he is the eldest son, so he will likely be the one to take over the Crimson Spirit Sect in the future.
And he lived up to expectations. At the tender age of twenty, he was already half a step into the mortal realm, only one step away from the mortal realm that is said to be one step into heaven and one step into hell.
If he can get through this smoothly, and given his young age, his future prospects are limitless.
Most importantly, the Crimson Spirit Sect has just produced another Saint-level martial artist, and is currently enjoying great popularity. It is also one of the targets that the Wang Family Martial Arts School is trying hard to win over.
Upon seeing this, the manager jumped to his feet, his face beaming with a fawning smile.
Although he had a somewhat cynical air about him, his aura as someone in a superior position was simply natural.
"I want to sign up."
As he spoke, he glanced at Wang Qing'er on the high platform, but she only glanced at him once before calmly looking away.
"Not bad, it's a really good prospect. I'll reluctantly take it into my possession."
Zhao Jing said with a smile.
Then he looked at the steward and said softly, "Tell your steward that I'm going to have that person. Anyone who tries to take him from me is an enemy of the Crimson Spirit Sect."
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