"Remnants of the Nine Star Sword Sect."
"And... the work of that mysterious person?"
A cold smile tugged at the corner of Yang Lingtian's mouth.
Since you want to play at infiltration, I'll play along properly.
"Pass down the order." Yang Lingtian turned around.
"The assessment begins. First stage: bone-age measurement and Divine Soul examination."
"Yes!" Lu Tian accepted the order and left.
In front of the mountain gate, Lei Potian was busier than he could have been happier.
Suddenly, a youth in blue walked up to him.
The youth had delicate, handsome features and carried a battered sword on his back. He looked somewhat down on his luck.
"Uncle, may I ask if this is where we register?" the youth asked in a crisp, polite voice.
Lei Potian instinctively wanted to put on airs, but when he saw the youth's clear eyes, his heart inexplicably gave a jolt.
This kid's gaze was too still.
Still as a pool of dead water, without awe, greed, or even anger.
"Name." Lei Potian put away his smile and asked in a deep voice.
"Jian Sheng," the youth replied.
"Go line up on the left." Lei Potian pointed the way, but his eyes remained fixed on the youth's back.
As a former Divine Emperor, his instincts told him that this kid was dangerous.
Ten times more dangerous than that "Drill Mouse" hanging from the pillar.
"Interesting." Lei Potian narrowed his eyes, his fingers tapping lightly inside his sleeve.
If this had been before, he would have struck and captured him on the spot.
But now, he was the gatekeeper. And what was a gatekeeper's duty?
Watch the gate, and then... report to his master.
He picked up the teapot on the table and pretended to pour himself some tea, his lips moving slightly.