“Aslongasyou’repleased,YoungMaster,”thestewardsmiledgently.
“Bytheway,Itaketheformofanyoneyoudesire—butonlyafteryoupleteyourentrytrialsandofficiallybeethediscipleoftheDivineLord.”
“Iuand.”
Sothiswasmeanttotemptmeintofinishirials.Inoddedandasked,
“Then,whatisthesedtrial?”
“Thisosyourprehensionofacultivationteique.Insimpleterms:itgaugesyourtalentandperception.”
Ifroze.
Talent...?That’smyworsttrait.
Hetinued,pullingoutanoldpieceofpart.
“ThisisateiquecalledtheSorSparrowBattleTeique.Itwascreatedbyyourpre—cough,byaseniorcultivator.”
Itookalook.
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