Beneath the willow tree.
"I wonder why Deacon Fang has summoned this disciple. What are your orders?"
Li Chuan said, cupping his fists.
As he spoke, he used the corner of his eye to size up Fang Linzhou before him.
He possessed an utterly ordinary appearance, hardly striking at all.
The only thing that left a deep impression was his gauntness.
Both sides of his cheeks were sunken inward.
Fang Linzhou said amiably:
"Earlier, you intentionally refrained from revealing your temperament so as to avoid drawing attention, didn't you?"
Li Chuan replied calmly:
"It escaped neither the discerning eyes of Deacon Fang."
Fang Linzhou smiled:
* * * "Indeed. The temperament assessment is merely used for screening, and the duration of the awakening time does not affect the selection results."
"To remain so calm and restrained while on the verge of making a name for oneself is truly worthy of the appraisal of 'exceptional temperament'."
Having received praise, Li Chuan's expression remained neither servile nor overbearing:
"Before one possesses sufficient strength, being overly ostentatious brings no benefits other than being targeted."
Fang Linzhou nodded approvingly.
Uttering those words indicated that Li Chuan possessed a very clear judgment of the situation.
He looked nothing like a headstrong and impetuous youth.
Fang Linzhou pondered for a moment:
"You are the only disciple in this selection with an exceptional temperament."
"Temperament can hardly be described as anything less than crucial on the path of martial arts, and quite a few elders value this aspect."
"What grade is your root?"
"If it is an Eighth-Grade Root Bone, perhaps an elder might be moved and consider taking you as a personal disciple."
"If it is a Ninth Grade, at the very least several elders would want to take you as personal disciples."
After finishing his