The Spiritual Moon High Sect had already dispatched many female disciples to the plaza in front.
Their duties were the same as Fang Cangming’s—welcoming the new disciples and receiving the parents and elders who had brought them.
Each of these female disciples wore gentle smiles, their manners impeccable.
Although their temperaments and appearances differed, it was clear they had been well-trained—every movement displaying thoroughness and elegant beauty, making everyone feel the warmth and hospitality of the sect.
Mu Yanxi felt rather out of place with all this.
In her previous life, the sects’ entry examinations for new disciples were always strict.
Take the Magnificent Truth Sect for example: new disciples had to walk up the mountain step by step from the base, testing their endurance, then wait an entire day in front of the sect gate to test their patience, and finally pass an elder’s questioning to examine their character.
After entering, new disciples would at most be guided by one or two senior brothers to their assigned mountain gates and told the sect rules.
How could it compare to Spiritual Moon High Sect, which sent so many senior sisters to personally welcome and attend to the newcomers, nearly one-on-one?
And right in front of the palace gate, there was a row of ten women standing to either side as greeters.
If a powerful cultivator accompanied their daughter in, the girls would clasp their hands at their left waist and dip into a slight curtsy.
Spiritual Moon High Sect really was a little too enthusiastic.
Those who knew would recognize it as an entry ceremony for new disciples, but those who didn’t might think a grand banquet or the arrival of a great figure was taking place.
What surprised Mu Yanxi even more was that many cultivators had actually come to accompany their daughters for enrollment.
This was different from her past life as well.
Back then, if one’s parents were cultivators, they usually already belonged to a sect or family force and would never join another sect.
The parents and elders bringing their daughters were either powerful cultivators with imposing auras, or wealthy families adorned in magical artifacts, arriving in luxurious Immortal Vessels.
The girls from these backgrounds were all proud and confident, heads held high and chests out—they certainly had their reasons.
On the other hand, those who came alone, like Mu Yanxi herself, were usually simply dressed girls who kept their heads down and walked at the edge, as if hoping to be ignored or overlooked.
Mu Yanxi sighed.
It seemed that the distinction between noble and humble existed everywhere, but it was especially obvious in this world.
However, the welcoming disciples of Spiritual Moon High Sect did not neglect these girls.
Led by Fang Cangming and her peers, they greeted each incoming junior sister with equal enthusiasm, even helping them carry their luggage.
To Mu Yanxi, it all seemed a little too deliberate.
Was this really the custom here?
Did every sect greet new disciples so warmly, or was this simply the ethos of Spiritual Moon High Sect—had its disciples all been raised in this manner?
Soon, Fang Cangming had gathered four new disciples.
With Mu Yanxi, there were five in total.
She smiled and said, “Please come with me. I’ll first take you to receive your sect uniform.”
Sect uniform?
Was it that moon-white short cheongsam?
Mu Yanxi was really reluctant, but there was no choice—joining a sect and wearing its uniform was only natural.
Among the other four new female disciples with her, one was dressed in male clothing and seemed even more awkward than Mu Yanxi herself—she was definitely a boy before.
The other three girls were all trying to hide their laughter as they looked at her.
Mu Yanxi, in contrast, felt glad that she had changed into women’s clothing.
At least at a glance, she wouldn’t immediately be seen as having been a boy in the past. Otherwise, she’d be the one being laughed at now.
When they entered the main gate, the female disciples on both sides bowed to Fang Cangming and said in unison, “Greetings, President!”
So she actually held quite a high position.
But Mu Yanxi still wondered—what sort of position was ‘President’ within the sect?