When Li Xuanxiao returned, he rushed all the way back just in time for the Shushan Disciples' grand selection.
Without stopping for breath, Li Xuanxiao returned to Silver Sword Peak, tidied himself up, and headed for Tongtian Peak.
At that moment, Tongtian Peak's main summit was exceptionally lively.
Heads bobbed everywhere, and voices clamored without end.
Disciples from all seven peaks were hurrying over, preparing to receive the new Shushan Disciples.
Li Xuanxiao arrived at the Silver Sword Peak group without drawing much attention.
He then thoughtfully took his senior brother's brush and helped record the assessment group's names, places of origin, ages, home addresses, and other information.
It was just that Li Xuanxiao's questions were rather detailed, and he always liked to slip in a little something extra.
"Imagine the current situation. You need to refine a magic artifact, but it requires the lives of one hundred thousand people as a sacrifice. Once completed, this treasure can sweep across the world. What is your choice?"
"A reminder: please answer according to your true heart. The Sincere Heart Stone before you will determine whether you are lying."
"What do you believe is the meaning of cultivating immortality? Why do you want to become a cultivator?"
"How much do you know about cultivators?"
"How do you view the professional ethics of cultivators?"
"What are your future plans and development goals?"
"What are your views on love?"
"..."
The other disciples rattled off their information in a flash.
When it came to Li Xuanxiao's side, he had only just recorded the third person.
He had no authority to decide who would be admitted or eliminated.
He could only make notes of those who required special attention.
Li Xuanxiao had a list.
There were four danger levels in total: low risk, ordinary risk,