But children are still children, they can't remember much in a short time. Those with a playful heart learn only a fraction, yet there isn't another who remembers so clearly as the boy.
Of course, there are those who are not convinced and nitpick: "Pah, you haven't paid respects to the Ancestor Master, have not truly entered the sect yet, don't claim our sect recklessly."
The boy snorted: "In my heart, I've already made myself a Yunshan Disciple."
The Yunshan Cultivator who came to escort from Minglong Mountain didn't recognize him, but hearing his words, couldn't help but show a look of admiration: "What is your name?"
The boy respectfully made a bow and said, "My name is——"
"Donkey Egg!" A distant voice shouted from an old man: "When you enter the Immortal Mountain, you must listen to the Immortal Masters!"
The boy blushed, waved vigorously at the old man: "Oh, Grandpa, I know already. How can you forget again, my name is Wei Zhaixing, not Donkey Egg!"
