Daoist Master Hundred Peaks' expression grew uncharacteristically solemn. "A Daoist title is no laughing matter. It is the beginning of one's quest for Longevity. Once, a Daoist Master in the Saint Sect had his three hundred years of hard cultivation ruined in an instant because his title clashed with his fate."
He offered a rare, kind reminder, "Junior Brother, your Daoist title concerns your future path. It is tied to your destiny in the unseen world, so you must be cautious."
Xu Yunfan naturally understood what he meant. A Daoist title could not be too grand, nor could it be too humble.
If it was too grand, one couldn't bear its weight. If it was too humble, one couldn't advance. A middle ground was necessary.
Xu Yunfan pondered for a moment before speaking.
"Then let it be True Martial."
The moment Xu Yunfan's voice fell, monstrous waves suddenly surged within his Purple Mansion.
The Divine Martial Dao Foundation he had condensed within his body suddenly trembled.
