The newcomers' three-month period arrived in the blink of an eye.
Early in the morning, the foot of Disciple Peak was quite lively.
"Just give me a few more days, I'll definitely grasp Qi Sensing. Just two more days, please!"
"It's not fair, we all live at the foot of the mountain where the Spiritual Qi is insufficient. Some people get to live halfway up or at the peak, this isn't fair, I'm not convinced!"
"If I go home like this, my father will beat me to death. Senior Brother Zhuang, can you spare me a life?"
About ten young men, all under twenty years of age, some pleaded, some remained silent with dark looks, while others lay on the ground wailing and crying.
In front of them stood an old man with a ghastly pale face, almost devoid of flesh, dressed in a dark blue Daoist Robe.
Behind the old man were a row of burly men with red bands tied on their heads, each with an indifferent expression and abundant Qi-Blood.
