“Aslongasyou’repleased,YoungMaster,”thestewardsmiledgently.
“Bytheway,Icantaketheformofanyoneyoudesire—butonlyafteryoucompleteyourentrytrialsandofficiallybecomethediscipleoftheDivineLord.”
“Iunderstand.”
Sothiswasmeanttotemptmeintofinishingthetrials.Inoddedandasked,
“Then,whatisthesecondtrial?”
“Thisonetestsyourcomprehensionofacultivationtechnique.Insimpleterms:itgaugesyourtalentandperception.”
Ifroze.
Talent...?That’smyworsttrait.
Hecontinued,pullingoutanoldpieceofparchment.
“ThisisatechniquecalledtheSolarSparrowBattleTechnique.Itwascreatedbyyourpre—cough,byaseniorcultivator.”
Itookalook.
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