Bai Yan was surrounded by a group of disciples, all talking over one another as they asked how he had made it into the top five.
Bai Yan spoke eloquently, crediting it all to the Sect Master's guidance, his grandmaster's instruction, and his fellow disciples' help.
As for his own silver tongue, he did not mention it at all.
Zhunti walked up to Bai Yan, deciding to try once more.
The disciples surrounding Bai Yan automatically made way, nervous and excited. A Saint was personally selecting people.
When Bai Yan saw Zhunti, his mind began racing.
A Saint of the West had come looking for him?
Could it be that he had taken a fancy to Bai Yan's eloquence?
That made sense. The Western Teachings lacked people—people who could talk.
And that was precisely what Bai Yan excelled at.
Zhunti did not beat around the bush.
"You have learned well during your years in the Farm Teachings."
Bai Yan bowed respectfully, already arranging his words in his mind.
"It is all thanks to the Sect Master's excellent teaching."
Zhunti looked at him with scrutiny and appreciation in his eyes.
For an E'mei Beast to speak so well was no easy feat.
Most E'mei Beasts in the Prehistoric World survived by lying and deceiving others, but Bai Yan had put lying to use on the Righteous Path.
Talking people into taking Merit Tasks and persuading those burdened with Karmic Debt to accept the Atonement Assessment—those were talents the Western Teachings lacked.
"For an E'mei Beast to speak so well is no easy feat."
Bai Yan's heart tightened. Was the Saint praising him, or warning him?
He did not dare speculate and could only remain respectful.
"This disciple does not deserve such praise."
Zhunti felt pleased. This child was clever; he knew