As Wang Chen's face lit up with a broad smile, the nine disciples felt a wave of excitement wash over them. They knew that their senior would be pleased with their performance in completing the mission.
"I am thoroughly satisfied with your work," Wang Chen praised them, his words carrying the weight of his approval.
This was not fake praise; Wang Chen was genuinely impressed with their performance. He had thought that these nine disciples would only be able to gather around 50-70 disciples of their faction, but they had exceeded his expectations and managed to gather more than 200 disciples.
"Senior, this is what we disciples should do," the nine disciples said, cupping their hands and bowing slightly as a sign of respect to their so-called senior.
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