The leader arrived quickly.
He cared about Fang Zhiyi's health like an old leader, brought some gifts, and then asked about his cultivation with a smile.
Fang Zhiyi didn't try to hide it either. How could he have the ability to hide it?
The expression on the sect leader's face was very interesting, but he still brought out his own skills and began to express his concerns about Fang Zhiyi and how to maintain the sect's vitality.
To Fang Zhiyi, it was mostly nonsense. After the pleasantries and accepting the gifts, he went to pick up the guests and see them off.
The Sect Master was still saying that Fang Zhiyi was a blessing to the Xuantian Sect, but Fang Zhiyi's face remained calm. Inwardly, he looked up to this old man. Wasn't this guy's cultivation level a bit too high? He was so thick-skinned that he almost said that his cultivation level was due to him.
The next day, Shen Xiaoxiao woke up from her bed and realized that she was late. She started to pack up in a hurry and had to go to work outside.
But as soon as he went out, he saw Fang Zhiyi moving a chair and sitting outside.
She suddenly remembered what happened yesterday, and it turned out that it was not a dream.
The other fellow disciples also came out. They looked at Fang Zhiyi and the scene was a little silent. After all, Fang Zhiyi had never led them before, so no one knew what to do now.
Shen Xiaoxiao lowered her head and prepared to leave when Fang Zhiyi suddenly called her, "Where are you going?"
Shen Xiaoxiao replied in a low voice: "Master, the outer sect still has work to do tomorrow..."
"Bullshit! Did you take what I said yesterday seriously? Starting from today, you don't have to work. If they have any complaints, let them come to me!"
Shen Xiaoxiao stood there in a daze. Jiang Leng stepped forward and asked, "Master, what are we going to do tomorrow?" He couldn't believe that his nominal master really didn't go into seclusion again.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him and said, "First, let's arrange your seats."
"What?"
"No, no, no, it's big or small. Who's the first one to go in?"
Jiang Leng looked around and replied with a bow, "It's me."
"Okay, you are the eldest senior brother." As soon as it was Shen Xiaoxiao's turn, it was funny that they didn't know who was the senior brother and who was the junior brother until they got there. Fang Zhiyi called out the names one by one, and they felt disappointed. These disciples were indeed the ones left over by others. Not only did they not have talent, but even their foundation was as bad as it could be.
After all, fairy tales are all lies. Stories about disciples with mixed spiritual roots finding opportunities to counterattack and become powerful are always just stories.
They looked at Fang Zhiyi's gloomy face and didn't dare to speak for a moment. No one knew the master's temper, but judging from yesterday, the master was definitely a person with a bad temper.
Fang Zhiyi rummaged through his pockets. Yesterday, the old man, the sect leader, had sent him some spirit stones. He tossed the bag of spirit stones to Jiang Leng, "Hey, Jiang Leng, take a few people down the mountain to buy some clothes. Let's see what you're wearing."
Jiang Leng took the bag and looked down at it. "Master, what kind of clothes should I buy? The sect has a rule that all disciples' clothes are distributed uniformly."
"Bullshit! What's the point of uniform distribution? Look at what they're wearing and what you're wearing. Is that what you call uniform distribution?"
Fang Zhiyi pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve. "This is the pattern I worked on last night. Let's find a reliable clothing store and have them make it." He paused, then waved his hand. "Everyone, go! I'll take your measurements!"
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