As her words faded, Su Ling'er gestured with a slender hand, and the giant Wooden Sword that had ferried people down the mountain now hovered in the air once more.
With a light tap of her toes, she drifted gracefully onto the front of the sword.
On the platform, the remaining hundred or so new disciples exchanged uncertain glances.
'A good place?'
'Merits?'
'Coming from this temperamental senior sister, those two words sounded incredibly suspicious.'
But as it stood, they had no other choice.
The group of gamblers, who had endured the Heart Demon trial yet were still driven by greed, made the first move. They leaped directly onto the body of the sword.
The various undercover agents, mixed in with the crowd, followed discreetly, their minds racing with their own calculations.
Lu Ping opened his eyes. Sensing the Spiritual Power of his newly stabilized Foundation Establishment Stage within him, he let out a soft sigh.
