In front of the light screen, a middle-aged man sat quietly.
This was the greatest reliance of Jidao Mountain, the Daoist Saint.
"Is it one of these three?"
A hint of worry flashed in his eyes. Accepting disciples was not a whim, but a measure of helplessness.
He then tossed with one hand.
Twenty jade slips appeared floating in mid-air, each containing detailed records of the individuals entering the secret realm this time.
He pointed a finger towards one of the jade slips.
Suddenly, scenes emerged one after another, from the jade slip owner's birth to the present, and even their future!
"Not him!"
He shook his head; the future was clear, so it couldn't possibly be him!
Then he proceeded to check and deduce each jade slip one by one.
"Xuanling!"
"This time's first!"
