"Please, rise." Xuanyangzi's voice was gentle and rich, like a spring breeze brushing one's face, making people feel an involuntary closeness. "Nephew Mu, no need for formalities, sit."

He gestured to the cushion beside him.

"Thank you, Sect Master." Mu Xiaochuan sat down as instructed, but his heart was even more puzzled. The Sect Master's attitude was too amiable, not at all like someone about to question him!

Xuanyangzi looked at Mu Xiaochuan with a gentle gaze, a hint of approval and curiosity in his eyes. "Nephew Mu, at the age of eighty, you established your Foundation in one fell swoop and, in a short time, managed the Heaven Vault Pavilion with great success. Your sudden rise in this Grand Tournament shocked everyone. It is indeed a fortunate event for our Qingling Sect. Truly, you are a late bloomer, worthy of celebration!"