"Uh! Who knows what you're thinking!" Li Xiaoya curled his lip and looked at him helplessly. Inwardly, however, his suspicions grew firmer. Since his master, Heavenly Venerable Daoling, had suddenly decided to train his combat techniques and divine abilities, this idea had probably come from his master too.
"Oh, right! Senior Brother!" Li Xiaoya suddenly remembered something and asked, "Did Master say when I could leave?"
"Uh, that? No, he didn't!" Zhang Facai shook his head.
"Then what am I supposed to do if I want to take part in the Sect Selection tournament?" Li Xiaoya froze and muttered.
"The Sect Selection?" Given Zhang Facai's cultivation, he heard every word clearly despite Li Xiaoya's quiet voice. "What Sect Selection?"
"The selection for a place at the Spiritlight Lake Immortal Gathering!"
"Oh, that! Didn't that tournament finish yesterday?" Zhang Facai said, looking enlightened.
"It finished?" Li Xiaoya leaped up in disbelief and cried, "How could it have finished already?"
"What's so strange about that?" Zhang Facai asked, puzzled. "The tournament always finishes in three or four days. Our Heavenly Dao Sect has plenty of disciples, but only a few hundred qualify to compete! Back when I went... hey! Junior Brother, where are you going?" Zhang Facai had just been about to recount his past glories when he noticed Li Xiaoya rushing outside. In a flash, he turned into a streak of azure light and appeared beside him. Li Xiaoya twisted sideways and almost evaded his grab, but was caught all the same.
"Hey! Senior Brother, let me go! I need to see Master!" Li Xiaoya struggled, but his efforts were futile, and he shouted.
"No! Master never told you to go see him. What are you running off for?" Zhang Facai lifted him like a chick, then suddenly chuckled. "Get back