Upon reaching the gates, the figure standing beside them stretched out an arm to stop the group.
He extended his hand and spoke calmly.
Nangong Xuanyi and Xuanyuan Liefeng each took out a small white card and placed it in the guard's hand.
"Mm, not bad. Go on in. The selection trials begin in three days—don't miss the hour."
"Fellow cultivator, yours."
The guard put away the white cards and waved Nangong Xuanyi and Xuanyuan Liefeng inside.
Then his gaze fell on Ye Lin.
"Fellow cultivator, my friend here has someone escorting him."
"This is Senior Zhang."
Before Ye Lin could speak, Nangong Xuanyi kindly spoke up.
"Oh?"
Hearing this, the guard looked up at Zhang Ling'er.
After taking only one glance at Zhang Ling'er, he immediately clasped his fists and bowed to her.
"Greetings, Senior."
"Since Senior is escorting you, you may enter."
"The selection trials are in three days. Please take care not to miss the time."
"Many thanks."
Ye Lin offered a slight word of thanks, then followed Nangong Xuanyi inside.
A Quasi-Saint was an absolute powerhouse anywhere.
A first-layer Quasi-Saint was more than enough in this remote corner of the Origin Continent. No matter where they went, others would treat them with courtesy.
"Selection trials in three days? Tch, I didn't expect there to be selection trials at all."
"This so-called bloodthirst essence really isn't easy to get."
Xuanyuan Xuanyi gritted his teeth, his face twisted in frustration.
"Fellow cultivator, what do you mean?"
Ye Lin turned to look at him.
"When the Shenluo Conference begins, Quasi-Saint experts from every sect will come to watch. Those who can take the stage then will all be seeded contestants."
"And where do those seeded contestants come from? Naturally, they're selected through the selection trials."
"If you don't pass