A month passed quickly.
During this month, Zhao Xuanqi barely took a step outside the Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall.
The world outside was a storm of turbulent undercurrents, but none of it had anything to do with the Zhao Xuanqi of today.
To keep him from being exposed to danger, Weng Xiaolin had not let him leave the Martial Arts Hall, nor had he formally accepted him as a True Disciple.
The initiation ceremony for a True Disciple was no small matter. This was a person who would truly inherit the legacy of the Martial Arts Hall, so when accepting a True Disciple, one had to select an auspicious date, hold a grand banquet, and invite many guests to bear witness.
Furthermore, according to Weng Xiaolin, Zhao Xuanqi's current strength was still too weak. As a True Disciple of the Martial Arts Hall, he would be in the public eye, and if his strength was lacking, it would be difficult to win the respect of others.
