Being kicked out of the Sword Forging Tower was not an uncommon occurrence.
Some rooms were so difficult that even those who had entered the Other Shore found them no simple challenge.
The one who came tumbling down was a young man. He climbed to his feet from the ground in a rather sorry state, chuckled twice, and respectfully called to the masked old man, "Old Wen, forgive me for making a fool of myself..."
"How many times has this been in the past six months?" Old Wen glanced at the young man.
"The fourth time," the young man replied.
"What a useless fool," Old Wen said coldly.
The young man did not get angry. He only gave a sheepish dry laugh. Everyone cultivating in Dragon City knew that Old Wen was tough on the outside but soft at heart.
Twice, he had been unable to pay the divine crystals, and it was Old Wen who advanced the payment for him so that he could enter the Sword Forging Tower to cultivate.
Just then, the door of another room was pushed open. A man in brocade robes walked out. Though he had only just entered the Other Shore Realm, an eye-catching radiance naturally surrounded him, making him appear imposing and extraordinary.
The man in brocade robes nodded at Old Wen, gave a salute, and strode away.
"Lin Huaian is about as strong as you. He has already reached the middle levels of the Sword Forging Tower and can still come out safely. Compared with him, you are far behind." Old Wen looked at the man with considerable satisfaction. "He may very well be selected."
"Selected..." Envy appeared in the young man's eyes as well.
There were two paths to advancement in Dragon City. One was to climb from Banner Lord