Upon entering the Three Gods Trial, An Yang remained calm and composed. With a wave of his hand, he dispersed the incoming divine-sense technique with remarkable ease.
He swiftly passed the tests of character and steadfast Dao heart, then sat cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes again, just as he had during the illusion trial.
On the plaza before the hall, of the three disciples sitting cross-legged as they underwent the Three Gods Trial, An Yang alone remained composed. The other two seemed to be enduring immense pain, their faces pale and bodies trembling. Before long, they were drenched in sweat.
He Bu Dang stroked his beard and smiled, greatly satisfied with An Yang's performance. This was settled.
He was considering directly recommending An Yang as the Saint Child after the assessment ended. With An Yang's talent, he was fully qualified for the position. He believed the Hall Masters and Elders would have no objections; everyone could see it clearly.
Ling Tian, in fact, had the same intention. He had even considered taking An Yang as his disciple directly. He saw a reflection of himself in An Yang.
In truth, this was related to An Yang's sign-in at Ling Tian Hall and the fortune he had seized from Ling Tian.
Under the influence of that fortune, Ling Tian resonated with him, causing him to unconsciously show appreciation for him.
"Mm, An Yang is quite good. This child has the potential of a Saint Venerable. How fortunate Evergreen Palace is!" Ling Tian said with a smile.
The Hall Masters and Elders also focused their gazes on An Yang, lavishly praising his performance.
"Congratulations, Elder He. You've been hiding such a treasure. Silent until he astonishes the world!"
"Hey, Old He, where did you find this disciple? Why have we