Chapter 4213 — The Master of Qingyun Pavilion
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Still, Wei Zhao could well understand the reason behind it. Huang Xiaotao was his partner, and over these past days she had often sat with Shangguan Lan'er, the two as close as sisters, so that people naturally branded her with Shangguan Tianxia's mark. However much the great personages might covet her, none of them would risk snatching someone belonging to Shangguan Tianxia.
By the time it drew to a close, every one of the great personages had had their turn, and the Golden Core disciples still left unchosen knew their hopes were gone, and could only disperse in resignation.
Wei Zhao was also about to head back to the Welcome Newcomer Pavilion, when someone behind him suddenly hailed him with a chuckle. Turning to look, Wei Zhao could not help but twitch an eyelid—the man behind him was dressed in the robes of a Daoist priest, with the air of an immortal about him, and was none other than Yu Zhenyang, Master of Qingyun Pavilion.
"Greetings, Pavilion Master," Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao at his side said together, raising their hands in the salute of disciples—after all, by any reckoning, the two of them were now inner-sect disciples of Qingyun Pavilion.
"No need for such courtesy." Yu Zhenyang waved a hand with a smile, unexpectedly approachable. "Wei Zhao, I am delighted that a genius of your caliber could emerge from Qingyun Pavilion—and Xiaotao as well. The future of the Threefold Pavilion of North Island will rest on the two of you. A heavy burden and a long road lie ahead."
"You flatter me, Pavilion Master," Wei Zhao said, hastily modest, exchanging a glance with the somewhat stiff Huang Xiaotao.
The other disciples passing by all wore looks of open envy. Yu Zhenyang, as Master of Qingyun Pavilion, was a top-tier personage of the same rank as Shangguan Tianxia. Even for inner-sect disciples, a glimpse of him was ordinarily hard to come by—who had ever seen this great figure appear of his own accord to greet anyone? Wei Zhao was truly favored by heaven; such fortune was not to be envied.
"Heh, it is well to be neither conceited nor rash. But what I said was the plain truth—the two of you need not be so modest." Yu Zhenyang smiled, unbothered, then brought it up himself: "Wei Zhao, since Pavilion Master Shangguan named you just now, shall I have you transferred to Chongtian Pavilion? It would be more proper and justified henceforth. And with me to see to it, the formalities are simple enough."
"Thank you for your consideration, Pavilion Master, but this disciple feels it is quite good to remain in Qingyun Pavilion. There is no need for the trouble," Wei Zhao declined at once with a smile.
He had already grasped most of what Shangguan Tianxia meant. Since he was only half a disciple, whether he went to Chongtian Pavilion or not made little difference, and staying on in Qingyun Pavilion was quite good.
If anything, going to Chongtian Pavilion meant he might see Xu Lingchong, Meng Zhou, Yu Jiang, and that whole lot every day. It was not that they posed any threat—the point was that the mere sight of them was irritating. That sort of thing soured one's mood, and there would be no end to the gloom of it.
At these words Yu Zhenyang rejoiced inwardly. Anyone could see that Wei Zhao's future was boundless; though Shangguan Tianxia had named him, for such a peerless genius to be taken by Chongtian Pavilion for nothing—if he, as Master of Qingyun Pavilion, felt not the slightest thing about it, that would be pure self-deception.
Had Wei Zhao truly set his heart on Chongtian Pavilion, he naturally could not have stood in the way; but since Wei Zhao was willing to stay, nothing could be better. Qingyun Pavilion had grown feeble to a certain degree, and to revive it would take a legendary figure like Zhang Lifeng of old—and by all appearances, Wei Zhao was in no way inferior to the Zhang Lifeng of those years!