"Don't talk nonsense. I'm innocent!" Liu Fancheng said speechlessly.
"You... waaah."
Furizi broke down and squatted directly on the ground. On one side was Liu Fancheng; on the other, she lamented her miserable fate—wherever she went, men deceived her.
"What a pain! Little Li, hurry and get into the Divine Tomb Sect. I don't want to be this Advisor Liu anymore," White Wind said irritably.
"It's not up to me." Li Tianming paused, his gaze profound. "The situation is different now. It's gotten even more bizarre."
"You took first place on the Freedom Rankings, and they still won't let you in?" White Wind sneered.
"How the hell would I know?"
"Anyway, wherever you go, you're always huge news."
"Shut up. Be nicer to Furizi. I'll find a way to save her," Li Tianming said.
"If it's female, you feel sorry for it."
"Shut up."
Seeing that the Divine Tomb Sect's "disciple recruitment assembly" was about to begin, Li Tianming stopped paying attention to it. He calmed himself and prepared to adapt to whatever came.
"Dao Masters, please!"
He could already faintly hear the Southern Suppression Star King making arrangements.
Some Dao Masters atop the black lotuses had already "taken flight" ahead of the others, heading toward the two hundred disciples.
On one black lotus.
"Gu Qingliu!"
After the others had left, the male Quicksand Tribe Dao Master in tight clothing, He Baisha, called out to Gu Qingliu, dressed in white like snow.
"Brother He, what is it?" Gu Qingliu asked with cupped hands.
"You intend to take Li Tianming as your disciple?" He Baisha stepped forward, staring at him with a cold gaze from inches away.
To be frank, Gu Qingliu was fairly handsome and his talent was not bad either, but he seemed somewhat old-fashioned, as though he did