"Master, the results are out."
Ren You knelt on the meditation mat, offering a clay tablet with both hands.
The shriveled old man took it, first feeling the power it had absorbed.
Snap!
It cracked open in his palm like a firecracker, making a crisp sound.
Lowering his head to look, the old man simply said:
"Not bad."
Then he rubbed the ten ancient characters, sensing the spiritual fluctuations within.
This time, it took quite a while before he spoke again:
"Also very good."
Ren You asked expectantly:
"Master, can Mr. Qin be chosen by you to become a disciple of Nanhuang Daoist School?"
The old man didn't respond directly, instead saying:
"We return to Central City tonight, do you have any tickets? Check and buy one if available."
Ren You was stunned, immediately feeling very disappointed, his head drooping.
Mr. Qin's talent, even his inherent gifts,
were already one in a million.
Yet it still couldn't satisfy Master!
