Stealing Fire

Though he was impatient, whenever Xia Wei'er and Beitansi invited him along, Lin Sheng usually would not make himself seem too detached.

These days, lying just to brush people off wasted his own time and energy. But telling the truth about his impatience made him seem weirdly edgy.

So Lin Sheng simply could not be bothered to speak, letting the bunch of brats chatter away beside him.

He stood off to the side alone, thinking about his future path.

By the standard, once he had fully mastered and integrated the White Lion Fighting Art, he could have long since gone to the War God Shrine for ranking certification.

However, he did not care much about so-called ranks, and planned to wait until he was older before going.

Ordinary boys and girls had to be at least sixteen before they qualified to take the test and become official warriors.

Under normal circumstances, from the moment they began learning combat skills, ordinary noble youths needed at least ten years to temper their bodies and learn martial techniques.

And that was the bare minimum. After all, the ranking test did not care how old you were; it only looked at your actual combat strength.

The people being compared at that point were all strong, robust adult warriors.

Just like the people before him.

Beitansi had only mastered the basic knight-training curriculum. He still needed advanced training before he qualified for certification, not to mention higher-level training.

Xia Wei'er was even weaker than him, and still needed some more time to fully complete her basic swordsman training.

They might look to be only twelve or thirteen, but they were already considered quite grown up.

In this world, people could generally marry and have children at fifteen. There were also plenty of youths who lost