The five major sects of Skycloud Prefecture recruited disciples at all times.
Thus, quite a few people had already gathered in the enormous plaza below the mountain gate.
They were all Blood Exchange martial artists, still young, their faces carrying traces of nervousness and anticipation.
Several wooden huts stood to one side of the plaza, serving as the places responsible for receiving and examining disciples.
Zhou Muyun entered one of the huts and presented his Sect Token and identity document.
The one receiving him was a stern-faced middle-aged deacon surnamed Li.
He carefully examined the Sect Token and identity document before speaking.
"Zhou Muyun, a native of Yunlin County, eighteen years old."
Although the New Year had already passed, Zhou Muyun was indeed not yet nineteen, falling short by several months.
Deacon Li recorded the information, then rose and came to Zhou Muyun's side. "I need to examine your Root Bone."
As he spoke, his palm felt along Zhou Muyun's spine and ribs.
Zhou Muyun immediately felt a dull ache in his bones.
Deacon Li returned to his seat and wrote on the paper: Fifth-grade Root Bone.
Fifth-grade Root Bone? Why was it somewhat different from what was on the panel?
So was it considered high or low?
Zhou Muyun had already begun regretting not adding Diligence Points to his Root Bone earlier.
But with gangs outside at the time, raising his strength sooner had also been a move born of necessity.
He could only take things one step at a time.
And why was Comprehension not even examined? Could it be that even the sects in the prefectural city had no means of testing it?
He asked in a low voice, "May I ask, Senior, what does this fifth-grade Root Bone mean? Is it good or bad?"
Deacon Li