Yao Wan propped up her chin. For ceremonies like the Pill God Ceremony, the Yao Clan had played through just about every kind over the past tens of thousands of years, from the Yao Gathering held among the clan's branches to the Medicine Ceremony, where Gathering of the Continent's Top Alchemists competed for the title of the continent's number one alchemist.
Though she had never personally experienced this kind of ceremony that selected more promising clansmen from another angle, even if she had never seen pigs run, she had still eaten pork.
For instance, Yao Xingji, whom Xiao Yan had once had some dealings with, had himself been one of the younger generation who had been selected layer by layer back then.
Dan Qing's current cultivation was lacking, so it naturally did not matter where her limit lay. What mattered was what kind of aptitude she displayed.
For someone like her, who had yet to reach Di Supreme, becoming Lower Ceremony Champion was already entirely enough. Why insist on so much more?
Compared with ranking near the bottom in the Upper Ceremony, the champion of the Lower Ceremony naturally looked much better.
"Is that what Wan'er thinks?"
"After all, in matters like this, the first thing to consider isn't one's own ability or cultivation, but the person..."
Yao Wan rolled her eyes at Xiao Yan. She had been about to make a couple of sarcastic remarks, but then she seemed to suddenly remember something. She could not help raising a hand to rub her brow and sighed.
"Forget it. Coming from the mouth of someone from the Yao Clan, that sounds far too ironic."
"Wan'er is talking about teacher?"
Yao Lao's past had long since ceased to be any secret to this pair of disciple's wives. With Yao Wan reacting