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The Xuan Zhou Institution was located to the south of the Middle Land, adjacent to the Southern Wasteland.

As one of the top powers in the Middle Kingdom, the Xuan Zhou Institution had always been a place that all the scholars yearned for.

According to the rumors, the Xuan Zhou Institution was rich in books and books, and there was nothing but astronomical geography.

The one who founded the academy, Meng Xuanzou, had an unfathomable cultivation, and was one of the top experts of the Central Earth Realm.

More importantly, the Mystic Zhou Academy still occupied the place where the sage 'Chilling Cold' ascended. It had a large number of ancient saint artifacts, causing even more people to cram their brains to enter into it.

Today, a few figures on flying swords landed in front of the entrance of the Profound Zhou Academy.

"Eldest Miss, you're back!" The few disciples guarding the door didn't dare to hesitate and quickly opened the protective array formation.

Meng Zhuyun was very worried. She casually waved her hand and asked, "Where is my father?"

"The worship hall is in the process of offering sacrifices to the saints. The principal and several elders are there too." The disciple hurriedly replied.

Meng Zhu Yun immediately understood that today was the day the third generation disciples of the academy held their worship ceremony for the saints.

Everyone worshiped in front of the Saints, and those with talent would be acknowledged by the Saints, becoming the focus of the Xuan Zhou Academy's nurturing.

In terms of seniority, Meng Zhu Yun was considered a third generation disciple.

However, she was the daughter of Dean Meng Xuanzhao and was greatly doted on. Naturally, she would not suffer and suffer like ordinary disciples.

Just as Meng Zhu Yun arrived at the worship hall, he saw that the ceremony was almost over.

A few disciples seemed to have obtained the approval of the saints. Their bodies emitted a sense of righteousness while the others all secretly looked at them with envious gazes.

When they saw Meng Zhu Yun, a group of disciples immediately went up to her.

"Eldest Miss, you're back."

"Eldest Miss, I heard that you went to kill that Heart Seizing Patriarch and chased him all the way to the Southern Wasteland. Could it be that he's already given his life?"

"What are you saying? If the young miss makes a move, that bullshit Heart Seizing Patriarch will naturally not be a match!"

The group of people welcomed them with smiles on their faces. Meng Zhu Yun's demeanor could not help but become arrogant.

She was a proud daughter of heaven, destined to be revered by the world.

"Yun'er, since you're back, you should also pay your respects to the Saint!" Suddenly, a calm voice came from the side.

All of the disciples stopped talking. The middle-aged man who had walked out was shockingly Meng Xuanzong!

"Father!" Meng Zhuyun rebuked, "I just got back!"

Meng Xuanzhou's expression was stern as he said in a low voice, "I haven't even taught you a lesson yet, but you, little girl, killed that Heart Seizing Grandmaster and made the entire land seethe with excitement!"

"Alright, dad, your daughter knows she was wrong!"

After all, she didn't want to be reprimanded by her father in front of so many people.

"I'll talk to you when I get back, hurry up and pay my respects to the sage. Your uncles and I will also see how good your aptitude is!" Meng Xuanzhao clasped his hands behind his back.

Meng Zhuyun nodded obediently and said to the few elders standing next to the statue of the Saint, "Greetings, uncle."

Those elders stroked their beards and laughed, "Haha, Yun'er, we were just talking about it with your father. Can you come back in time? "It looks like someone like Grandmaster Zhai Xin is no match for you at all."

Meng Zhu Yun welcomed her with a smile. His eyes flashed with a strange look, but it disappeared in a flash.

She understood the steps of paying her respects, but she didn't care too much about it.

Regardless of whether or not she could obtain the recognition of a saint, she was still the daughter of the dean, Meng Xuanzhao.

Holding a candle in his hand, he lit it up and then bowed to the saint.

At this moment, Meng Zhuyun suddenly felt her back heat up.

It was as if there was some sort of power that was filling her meridians and was about to erupt at any moment.