The clan leader said slowly: "Your name is just like your character. The surname Rong is very rare. The single character Xuan is a hidden mystery. It can be seen that your father has high hopes for you."
After these words were spoken, Pavilion Master Hong frowned slightly.
This was the first time in five hundred years that the sect leader asked questions personally. Unconsciously, even the core disciples and inner sect elders in the pavilion who had originally not taken it seriously raised their heads.
In recent years, Shangqing Xianzong has recruited many disciples from declining small sects due to the special order of the sect master. Many people in the inner sect don't know why, and they are definitely indignant. But this disciple named Rong is unusual. He entered the Xianzong with his own strength, and no one gossiped about it. But the sect master personally asked about this honor, which was like holding a golden medal of immunity from death. Instantly, countless eyes stabbed at Nolan Rong like knives. There are also spiritual masters who are full of perfection, but why don't the sect master and the masters of the major peaks value it so much? It's really too much!
Nolan Rong looked embarrassed as if something was stuck in his throat. After a while, he spoke: "To be honest with you, Sect Master, my father did not name me this way for any profound meaning. The Rong family fell into decline and there were few members. There was no one to take charge, so we were robbed many times. The only remaining Xuan-level magic weapon was taken away. After that, my father was depressed for many years. He was still talking about the Xuan-level magic weapon until his death. That's why he named me Xuan when I was just born."
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