In a chorus of exclamations, Qiu Hu knocked out the final gavel strike and announced the conclusion of the apprenticeship ceremony.
As for visiting the ancestral hall to pay homage to the ancestors and introduce the new apprentice to the brothers of the Sect after the ceremony, that was a private affair, not part of the public apprenticeship ritual.
Qiu Hu stepped down from the high platform, greeted the crowd with a bow, and received a red envelope from a young boy containing a generous ten Spirit Stones as a token of thanks for his role as the master of ceremonies.
Qiu Hu was so dismayed he could have cried—not even mentioning the Ice Jade, just one root of the Blood Ginseng was worth far more than this small sum.
He found a place to sit, paying no attention to the surrounding Cultivators. Today was somewhat embarrassing for him; had it not been for the presence of those from Yunmeng Ze, he would have swept away in a huff long ago.