Zhang Rongfang pondered quietly.
Actually, he acknowledged that although he had apprenticed under Zhang Xuan, he wasn't truly a direct disciple of Zhang Xuan, therefore he hadn't been bestowed with a Daoist title yet.
Now that he's at the second rank, he could have the qualifications to apprentice within Mingjing Palace and be granted a Daoist title.
But....
"Many thanks to Uncle Master for the guidance, but I have already apprenticed earlier, so I'm not considering this for now."
The old Daoist nodded: "Alright, you may go back and rest, and consider your future path. For some disciples, Mingjing Palace is just a starting point."
"Yes." Zhang Rongfang bowed and departed.
Outside Spirit Official Hall, someone was already waiting.
The person was dressed in a brown leather vest, with a pure black robe underneath, a belt with yellow jade and gold fish pattern wrapped around the waist.
Long hair was fastened with jade bean pod hairpins.
