The sword dragon's roar grew ever more terrifying. Watching this scene, some people began to lose heart. Despite their masters' earnest advice and the elders' patient persuasion, some of the young prodigies still refused to enter the Sword Cloud!
Sure enough, of the dozen or so youths who had won the opportunity, as many as six backed out, unwilling to enter.
"There will always be those who adapt and those who do not. Entering does not guarantee success; they might even die without a burial place. I will not show the slightest pity simply because they might die. If they are supposed to endure the time of an incense stick, then endure it they must! Those who do not enter can certainly keep their lives, so think it over carefully. Also, I forgot to tell you: passing through this Sword Cloud is only the first trial. You can continue breaking through the trials, because the more stages you pass, the greater your abilities will become. Of course, your chances of surviving will also grow slimmer!" I gave a cold laugh.
This time, even more of them began to retreat. In the end, only six young men and women still wore resolute expressions!
It seemed these were all people steadfast in their pursuit of the Dao!
There were not many who entered—only a dozen or so young men and women. It was not difficult for me to calculate their time. Soon, an incense stick's time passed, and I was the first to pull out the youth who had just received the inheritance.
He scratched his head with a foolish grin and asked, "Senior, how did I do?"
"Not bad. You are worthy of my teaching you a craft. However, you should know that your aptitude is limited. Your strength lies in