There were several dozen martial artists remaining behind Ning Xiaochuan, yet he had only taken out thirty Pseudo-Godheads.
Who would refine the Pseudo-Godheads? The several dozen martial artists looked at one another, but they all hesitated.
This was an opportunity to soar to the heavens in a single step. No one wanted to miss it.
Ning Xiaochuan looked at these martial artists without saying a word, merely waiting for them to make their own decision.
This counted as a test for them as well.
After hesitating for the time it took to drink a cup of tea, one man finally stepped out from among them. "Young Master, my talent is inferior to Brother Wen's and the others'. These Pseudo-Godheads should be left for them to refine."
After saying that, the martial artist's expression returned to normal. He turned and walked to one side, not even sparing those Pseudo-Godheads another glance.
With the first man setting an example, the remaining martial artists immediately stepped forward one after another and gave up their chance to refine a Pseudo-Godhead.
Thirty people were quickly chosen from among the several dozen.
From beginning to end, Ning Xiaochuan did not interfere. Only after they had selected the candidates themselves did he wave his hand and directly toss the thirty Pseudo-Godheads to them.
"You may go in and refine the Pseudo-Godheads now. Do not bring the rest of them with you. Within ten days at the latest, I will deliver new Pseudo-Godheads to you. When that time comes, you must refine them as quickly as possible." Only after distributing the remaining Pseudo-Godheads did Ning Xiaochuan speak coldly.
Hearing that new Pseudo-Godheads would soon be available, the martial artists were all astonished, yet their faces also revealed irrepressible delight. "Thank you, Young Master."
"Enough. The palace halls ahead