On the seats.
Ye Feng had a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Alright, the new year has arrived, let's celebrate peacefully! Elder Gong, after the New Year, I will personally announce the recruitment of the eleventh-generation disciples. Then, I'll need you to preside over the new disciples' recruitment ceremony."
"Once we fill the eleventh-generation disciples, we'll be just a few thousand short of reaching the ten thousand disciples."
"Once the sect's disciple count breaks ten thousand, Misty Sect, as a Quasi-Holy Land, can be officially promoted to a true Holy Land under the witness of Shenzhou's Heavenly Dao."
"I'm looking forward to that day."
After saying that, Ye Feng left slowly.
"I obey!"
Gong Qingqiu kneeled on one knee, her voice was powerful and resonant.
"The sect is finally going to strive for Holy Land status!"
The disciples clenched their fists one after another.
