The Thunder Hall occupied a large area and was estimated to be five times the size of the earthquake sword ruins.
Zhuge Mo gave a set of pleasantries to get everyone to cultivate properly and bring glory to the Thunder Hall. Then, he left.
Steward Bai was the chief steward of the Thunder Hall. He immediately arranged for his subordinates to distribute identity tokens and sect uniforms to everyone.
The sect uniforms of the outer sect disciples were gray, which was not as good as the white uniforms of the inner sect disciples.
However, these new disciples were very excited and hurriedly put on their clothes, because this meant that they had become official disciples of the prehistoric sword sect at this moment.
Although Yun Chujiu disliked the gray clothes, she could only put them on when she saw that everyone was wearing them.
Qian Yan glanced at Yun Chujiu and the corner of his mouth twitched.