When Hua Ling saw Nie Li and the other two beside Xiao Yu, he burst into mocking laughter again.
The three people recruited from the Miniature Exquisite World did not seem to have much cultivation. They could not compare with those from his Minor Heavenly Origin World at all.
Several people stood beside Hua Ling, all wearing mocking, contemptuous expressions.
Nie Li paid little attention to them. He was an old hand, after all, and none of this was worth caring about.
He asked Xiao Yu about Hua Ling's background.
Xiao Yu told him that Hua Ling's father was an outer sect steward of the Feathered God Sect, holding the same rank as his own adoptive father.
There was no need to bother with him. Here, all they could do was flap their tongues anyway.
Seeing the two whispering, Hua Ling knew they certainly were not saying anything good about him.
Still, he sneered again, wondering what sort of spirit roots these three people from the Miniature Exquisite World would have.
Xiao Yu had a seventh grade heavenly spirit root, yet he still had not condensed a Fate Soul. Hua Ling, meanwhile, had a seventh grade earth spirit root and had reached three fates. He would definitely be stronger in the future-as long as that legend was not true.
According to a legend at the Heavenly Spirit Institute, the longer someone with a heavenly spirit root remained in the Earth Mandate Realm, the faster they would cultivate after condensing a Fate Soul.
There were over a hundred people with heavenly spirit roots at the Heavenly Spirit Institute, and Xiao Yu was the only one still in the Earth Mandate Realm.
But watching the people still being tested, Hua Ling grew impatient. With so many people here, how long would he