Chapter 22 (2/2)

“Whoos.h.!.+ Whoos.h.!.+ Whoos.h.!.+”

With a gust of wind, a few figures appeared.

All the people felt dizzy in front of Ding Hao’s previous movements. The elders in silver robes awoke from their nap and immediately appeared on stage one, looking at Ding Hao like he was the Holy Grail.

“Great, how great! Hahaha!”

The highest-ranking one stood in the middle and looked as menacing as a lion, with white hair and a p.r.i.c.kly beard. He gently patted Ding Hao’s shoulder and said with a roaring laugh, “Very nice. I never expected our Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect to encounter a G.o.d-level element disciple today. This is a cause for celebration. What’s your name, young man?”

“Ding Hao.”

“Ding Hao? What a great and powerful name!” The elder stroked his beard and laughed.

A nearby elder who was around 50 years old suddenly asked, “Ding Hao, would you like to be my disciple? As an elder, I have a high status in the sect. If you want, you can skip the following exams and become an inner gate disciple right away.

“Hiss! Hiss!” The other young men gasped and looked at Ding Hao enviously.

The other elders were also making offers.

“Forget it, Ding Buer. It would be a waste of Ding Hao’s talent to have you, an outer gate elder, as a master. He should finish the other tests and be a.s.sessed by the inner gate,” retorted the lion-like elder visciously.

Then, he reminded Ding Hao with a smile, “I am the first elder of the outer gate, Liu Wenkuang. Young man, you shouldn’t choose masters randomly. Wait until you’re done with your tests. With your talent, you will receive a lot of attention from the sect and be a.s.signed a better master, so don’t risk ruining your career.”

In Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect, choosing one’s master was very important. If Ding Hao comitted to a master, it would be almost impossible to switch.

Ding Buer was furious.

However, Liu Wenkuang was very powerful in the outer gate, and he dared not challenge him.

Ding Hao felt incredibly grateful and said genuinely, “Thank you for your advice, Elder Liu.”

“Of course. Talent is important, but your intentions are even more important. Young man, you’ll have to work very hard to become powerful, so don’t get too careless because of your success,” said Liu Wenkuang.

Then, he and the other elders returned to their seats.

Liu Wenkuang also wanted Ding Hao as his disciple, but he knew he was no match for the inner gate elders.

That was why he only gave a few words of advice to establish good will.

Geniuses like Ding Hao were much more approachable before their rise to greatness. In the future, there would be little chance of befriending him.

Most of the spectators had left, leaving only a few people still watching Ding Hao in admiration.

Li Yiruo had also left a while ago.

Her pride had been deeply injured, and she did not feel like staying.

“Fellow disciple… you… I… um…” Stammered the third-generation disciple on the stage.

He needed Ding Hao’s badge to record his accomplishments, but felt incredibly awkward for asking it back, because he had just tossed it to Ding Hao.

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