Ye Feng had been looking forward to the rewards of being promoted to a Star-Level Sect for quite some time.
The disciples didn't know why Ye Feng had locked himself away again and all gathered outside the Sect Leader's Great Hall.
"Is the Sect Leader too overjoyed?"
"I think so."
"Perhaps the Sect Leader is excitedly thumping his thighs, looking up, and letting out a 'give give give' laugh."
"Nonsense, the Sect Leader would never laugh like that."
The disciples chattered away.
Gong Qingqiu looked at them, shook his head, and said, "In seven days, our Misty Sect will celebrate the ascension to a star-level status. Now follow me to the Elders' Hall so I can measure you for new Sect Disciple uniforms."
"Yes!" The disciples quickly followed him.
Inside the Sect Leader's Great Hall.
Ye Feng anxiously waited with his hands propping up his chin.
"This damn System, why is it settling so slowly!"