One day later.
Waiting in the secluded chamber, Chen Lin saw Yuan Zhenhai open his eyes.
"Greetings, my lord!"
Yuan Zhenhai recovered quickly. After getting up, he bowed to Chen Lin.
"How did it go?"
Chen Lin glanced at the bodies of the three elderly cultivators beside them and asked.
In truth, he already knew the outcome without asking, since all signs of life had left the three men. What he wanted to know was how they had died.
Yuan Zhenhai shook his head, his expression bleak.
Then he said solemnly, "My lord, I discovered something. Those who aren't talent holders cannot accept the missions inside!"
"What do you mean?"
Chen Lin's expression shifted slightly, and he hurriedly pressed for details.
Yuan Zhenhai drew a breath. "After we entered together, I didn't accept a mission first. Instead, I guided the three elderly cultivators through the process. But when they told the Stele Guardian which missions they had chosen, he didn't react at all."
Swallowing, he continued, "The elderly cultivator called Hu Zhenglai couldn't hold back. In his anxiety, he tried touching the Stele Guardian and was instantly reduced to nothingness. The other two didn't dare make any more rash moves and kept waiting. In the end, with no other choice, they tried rejecting the realm to leave. From the looks of things now, they both died."
Chen Lin remained silent.
He had actually suspected this possibility before, but he had thought it unlikely, so he had put off testing it until now.
Of course, another reason was that talent holders were difficult to find. Especially after the Great Recovery, talent holders and bloodline cultivators had become increasingly rare. Moreover, talent holders were regarded as heaven's favored children. They lacked no cultivation resources and generally would not accept this sort of