The warm, gentle sunlight of March filtered through the tender green leaves of the poplars, casting mottled patches of time upon the ground.
Li Weiyi sat on a stone stool opposite Li Songlin. Not daring to put on airs, he said humbly, "Senior, weren't the Jiu Li Dao Academy's spots already full?"
Li Songlin smiled and explained unhurriedly, "The Jiu Li Dao Academy is the Jiu Li Tribe's highest martial academy. It recruits only the most talented young juniors from every tribe. The maximum admission age can only be relaxed to twenty. The older one is, the higher the threshold for entry."
"Although Gao Huan was over the age limit, he was small, and his Pure Immortal Body had only just transformed. His dead skin had fallen away, sweeping away the old, so no one could tell at all. Cangli registered him as sixteen."
"In previous years, each tribe had twenty spots, for a total of one hundred and eighty people. More than half were selected early from the tribal schools of the Nine Great Tribes."
"This year is the once-every-four-years Mang Mountain Grand Sacrifice, so every tribe has been given an additional ten spots. In other words, the Cangli Tribe has thirty spots this year, and all the major lineages are fighting over them."
He narrowed his eyes, their divine radiance concealed within, and stared at Li Weiyi. "I can help you secure a chance to challenge someone. As long as you are strong enough, so what if you seize one of their spots? Everyone will have to accept it."
"With your own strength, you handled two Seven Springs martial cultivators and an Insect Tamer. I think entering the Jiu Li Dao Academy should not be a problem for you."
"To tell you the truth, I came here for