"Tier 7? And a disciple who might be Tier 4 or 5? Not bad. They're still within the range we can handle."
There were always some uncontrollable factors from the very beginning.
Even though Lu PingAn had already asked Zhao Yan to invite only a "Tier 7," who knew whether some Tier 8 or even Tier 9 demigod might decide to come take a look?
If a big shot of that level really crossed over, perhaps packing up and leaving would be the best choice.
"...Thank you for your teachings. I have found my own path."
It was still that underground hall, still the Holy Image within the sanctuary, but this time, Zhao Yan, crouched beneath it, wore a devout expression, as if listening to a voice.
After all, he had gained far too much here these past few days.
During this time, he had not only found a way to resolve his hidden dangers, but had also vaguely found a path toward higher levels.
"Thank you, Mentor. Your guidance is the greatest fortune of my life."
"Mother, please allow me to become your most devout believer."
"Great One, your will is my command."
Three voices carried the same will. The Zhao Yans' rare gratitude beat as one once more.
The Mother Goddess truly was a motherly god. She treated them even better than their own birth mother.
Not only had she taught them methods to "solve problems," she had also imparted many mysteries of the Life-type.
Most importantly, she had not merely taught them "knowledge." For mere "knowledge," one had to risk one's life and trade contributions in the past Blood Feast.
Yet most of the time, "extraordinary knowledge" was merely technique rather than the Way. How to apply it, how to analyze it, how to turn it into