The girl was named Zhu Jin. She had joined the Spirit Martial Hall nearly sixty years ago, and only became a True Disciple of her generation after stepping into the seventh tier.
Among the True Disciples, she had once been the youngest and weakest in cultivation. Now that Shi Lan had joined them, nothing had changed for her; she was still the junior sister of her generation's True Disciples.
"This jade pendant..."
Shi Lan studied Zhu Jin. Her gaze settled on the girl's waist, where a translucent jade pendant hung from the brocade sash around her martial robe. A lifelike coiling dragon wound around it, radiating a gentle glow.
Following Shi Lan's gaze, Zhu Jin looked down and said with sudden understanding,
"This was a gift from Eldest Senior Brother before he left the hall. He said it would bring blessings and protect its wearer. He gave one to every junior brother and sister who had a chance to enter the Divine Martial Realm."
At that, Shi Lan glanced at the other disciples. As expected, most of those with outstanding talent wore one of these coiling dragon pendants.
Apart from a few particularly gifted disciples, nearly every other female disciple had one. Clearly, Mo Lingshu took extra care of his junior sisters.
At that moment, Shi Lan suddenly understood what Zhao Xueci had meant back then.
By the time Shi Lan had met all her junior brothers and sisters, everyone heading to the Myriad Courts' Prodigy Grand Competition had arrived.
Besides the disciples competing in the grand competition, several thousand young disciples were making the trip to watch.
They were only there for the excitement. By the time the next competition began, many of them might be taking part themselves.
To emerge from the Divine Martial Realm meant having the