Jing Jiu came to the peak holding the white cat and sat in the chair. He didn't pause for a moment on purpose, nor did he look around in contentment. He didn't utter a single word.
Actually, he hadn't done anything that cause the onlookers remember this historical moment and have a deep impression of him.
The whole process was rather ordinary. It seemed that he was tired. Jing Jiu lay on the bamboo chair.
However, the organization Jing Jiu was to rule was not a small sect; it was the most powerful orthodox Cultivation sect in Chaotian. As such, many others would make the proper arrangements for him.
In the next moment, the "greetings from ten thousand swords" took place. Maybe some fireworks would be displayed as well. The Young Zen Master recited a script. Yuan Qijing didn't say anything while smiling faintly. His identity would be confirmed later.