Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Everywhere Chen Qing's gaze fell were the sect's true high-level officials and elites.

The air was filled with invisible pressure and solemnity. Occasionally, a few gazes landed on him, but they only stayed briefly without causing much of a stir.

Here, the True Origin realm was merely the threshold. He, this newly promoted eighth-ranked True Disciple, was still insufficient to draw the attention of the many elders and senior stewards present.

Qu He waved at him from the ‘Human Execution Position’ area not far away.

Chen Qing walked over, cupping his hands and saying in a low voice, "Senior Brother Qu."

Qu He nodded slightly, indicating for him to sit in the empty seat beside him, and transmitted his voice, "Although the ‘Human Execution Position’ can participate in discussions, most of the time we only have the right to listen and second motions. Unless specifically asked, don't speak rashly."

Chen Qing nodded to show he understood.

The ‘Human Execution Position’ was ranked third tier in the Heavenly Pivot Pavilion. Though qualified to participate in assemblies, they had no right to actively propose suggestions or make decisions. They were more of a reserve for the sect's core power.

As time passed, the figures in the hall gradually became denser.