Standards for Heavenly Flames
Yao Wan propped her chin on her hand. The Yao Clan had experimented with every sort of ritual over the past several tens of thousands of years—from Medicine Gatherings held among the clan branches to the Pill Convention, where the greatest alchemists from across the continent gathered to compete for the title of the continent's foremost alchemist. The Dan God Sacrifice was merely one such ceremony.
Although she had never personally experienced a ritual that selected clan members with greater potential from another perspective, even if she had never seen a pig run, she had at least eaten pork.
For instance, Yao Xing Ji, who had crossed paths with Xiao Yan back then, had also risen through layer upon layer of selection as one of the younger generation.
Dan Qing's current cultivation was lacking, so how far she could go was naturally not important. What mattered was the kind of talent she displayed.
Taking first place in the lower sacrifice was already more than enough for someone who had yet to reach Earthly Supreme. Why demand so much more?
Compared to placing last in the upper sacrifice, taking first in the lower sacrifice naturally looked much better.
"Is that what Wan'er thinks?"
"After all, the first thing to consider in matters like this isn't one's own ability or cultivation, but the person..."
Yao Wan rolled her eyes at Xiao Yan. Just as she was about to make a cutting remark, she seemed to suddenly recall something. She raised a hand to rub her brow and sighed.
"Forget it. Coming from someone of the Yao Clan, that sounds rather too ironic."
"Are you referring to Teacher?"
Old Yao's past had long ceased to be a secret to the master's disciple and daughter-in-law. Seeing Yao Wan's reaction, Xiao