Life on the floating island was peaceful. Since she had no leads for the time being, Shi Lan stopped dwelling on it and burdening herself with needless worries. She shed every disguise, quieted her mind, and continued cultivating.
Perhaps the two days Lingyun had mentioned meant something different from what Shi Lan had understood. Nearly two months passed before she saw Lingyun again.
Lingyun's appearance had barely changed since their last meeting: a coarse white robe, cloth shoes dragging beneath her feet, and a thoroughly unkempt look.
A young woman had come with Lingyun. Her features were sharply defined, her expression stern, and silver light flickered in her eyes. Her skin was bronze, and her short hair, cut to her ears, was tied into a little ponytail at the back of her head. She wore soft armor with a silver base and dark patterns. Supreme might clung to her, and her aura was unlike that of the human race. She was a Supreme of another race, with a trace of savage menace about her.
"Starting today, you are a first-generation True Disciple of the Spirit Martial Hall. All the privileges that come with the title will be opened to you."
As she spoke, Lingyun casually tossed over a jade token. Shi Lan's aura had already been imprinted upon it; Lingyun had given her no chance to refuse.
Seeing this, Shi Lan sensibly accepted the token and sent her divine sense into it. An ocean of information flooded her mind, and after two or three breaths, she had digested it.
The information was extremely extensive, including some secrets of the Spirit Martial Hall. Shi Lan skimmed over the unimportant details and found the section about True Disciples.
The Spirit Martial Hall's True Disciples were divided into three generations. Neither age nor