Jian Xuan explained the requirements for Combat Arena Peak beside Lin Bai.
Lin Bai asked curiously, "Then how can I obtain the qualification? Do I have to keep fighting like this? Isn't there some standard to measure it by?"
"That's not quite it. Do you see that old man over there?" Jian Xuan asked Lin Bai in a low voice.
Following Jian Xuan's gaze, Lin Bai saw a sharp-eyed old man at the edge of the Martial Arts Arena, watching the matches inside with an expressionless face.
Jian Xuan said, "This man is the elder guarding this place. His name is Wang Jin. As long as he says you've passed the assessment and obtained the qualification, you can be considered to have gained entry-level qualification on Combat Arena Peak!"
Lin Bai frowned. "In other words... whether I can obtain entry-level qualification depends entirely on a single word from this man?"
Jian Xuan chuckled softly. "That's right. But you don't need to worry. Generally speaking, any martial artist who achieves ten consecutive victories here can obtain the qualification to become a disciple of the Profound Heaven Sect."
"Elder Wang Jin won't deliberately make things difficult for you either!"
Lin Bai nodded silently.
Jian Xuan said, "Let's go, Junior Brother Lin Bai. I'll take you over to register. You'll be able to enter the arena shortly."
With that, Jian Xuan led Lin Bai toward Elder Wang Jin.
"Elder Wang Jin." Jian Xuan stopped before Elder Wang Jin, clasped his fists, and greeted him.
Wang Jin glanced sideways at Jian Xuan and said softly, "Jian Xuan, an inner disciple? What are you inner disciples doing here?"
When Wang Jin spoke, there was not the slightest fluctuation of emotion in his voice. It was utterly bland.
Jian Xuan said softly, "I have a friend