Two identity plaques were pressed against the tower gate's sensing area almost simultaneously, producing a crisp chime.
Yi Duling and Ling Bixia both froze for a moment, then turned to look at each other at the same time. Before the two could start arguing, they were swept into the tower.
Naturally, I could sense what was happening inside the tower, but I had no interest in watching battles between sword cultivators who did not amount to much in my eyes.
Three breaths later, the two Palace Masters emerged as well, their eyes roaming among the disciples. The reason was simple: neither of them had passed the first floor!
The disciples, who had already been holding back a breath of frustration, could no longer stay silent.
"Your master didn't pass either? How is that possible?"
"Didn't your master fail too?!"
"But Martial Uncle Yu entered the second floor! The rankings on the second floor..."
"What nonsense are you spouting? Master was carefully experiencing the first floor! She wanted to reinforce her engravings first!"
"Yes, yes! Our master deliberately didn't go up to the second floor because she wanted to lay her foundations firmly!"
"She's already half a step up the tower. Of course that final kick through the door has to be fierce!"
The personal disciples came up with all kinds of excuses to save face.
Yi Duling stood there with a face like still water, contribution card in hand, her feelings tangled beyond measure. Yet she did not dare say why she had failed to enter the second floor.
A female personal disciple hurried over to comfort her. "Master, I went in too. Luck is very important."
"Shut up." Yi Duling gritted her teeth.
Ling Bixia let out a snort of laughter. "A loss is a loss. What is there