It meant he worked for the Yunqian Bureau.
That put him leagues ahead of most people.
Of course, within the entire Yunqian Bureau, it didn't amount to much.
He was about on par with the gate guards.
"Of course it's important," a younger man to the side sneered. "He said it's a friend from the Sect, after all.
"How could he not come and wait a few days in advance?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged guard asked curiously, "Someone from the Sect? A fellow cultivator from the Qi Refining Courtyard?"
The young guard laughed again. "What Qi Refining? What if he's Foundation Establishment?"
Song Qing shook his head, rather embarrassed. "Neither of those."
"Then he must be a fellow cultivator who works for the Sect? That's not bad, actually. They have much better prospects than we do," the middle-aged guard said with a hint of envy.
