"Fellow cultivators, long time no see."
Chen Ye glanced around at the few Outer Sect disciples. These young men looked awkward, never expecting that the loose cultivator they had teased not long ago would suddenly become a steward.
One of the disciples wore a smile plastered on his face:
"Steward Chen, earlier it was I who failed to recognize Mt. Tai, I was disrespectful, please forgive me! A small token, nothing much, but please accept it as a congratulatory gift from a fellow cultivator."
As he spoke, he took a small jade box out of his storage bag and stuffed it into Chen Ye's hands without further ado.
The other disciples also came forward one by one, either offering apologies with cupped hands or presenting small gifts.
Chen Ye looked at the overly enthusiastic Outer Sect disciples and then at his hands, now full of various jade boxes and small bags, feeling both amused and helpless.
