On the top of the mountain behind Lingxiao Peak, Lingxiaozi stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his hands. In front of him was an endless sea of clouds. The wind was blowing the snowy clothes, and the cold person seemed to be blown away by the wind.
"Junior brother, Kaiyang Sect is recruiting new disciples today. They are already waiting in the front hall. Do you want to go and take a look?" Tianjizi, the sect leader of Kaiyang Sect, walked over with a calm and celestial spirit and looked at his silent junior brother.
Ling Xiaozi turned around slowly and said in a cold voice: "Brother, I have already said that I will only have one disciple, Ling'er, and will not accept any more disciples."