After hearing about the Thunder Control Sect's Eight Great Thunder Palaces, then thinking of Shang Hua Ming's three and a half disciples, Xiao Hua was filled with emotion. Nothing more needed to be said—Shang Hua Ming had only one fate: destruction at the hands of the Hundred Herbs Sect. Yet the Thunder Control Sect... merely recruiting disciples was enough to make the three great cultivation sects of Xi Country only dare send disciples to intercept people around the outskirts, without daring to openly provoke them!
"By the way, why has only Fellow Daoist Xue come from Misty Mountain?" Xiao Hua looked around and asked in a low voice, "With such a fine opportunity, how could Senior Ling possibly give it up?"
Xue Xue smiled bitterly. "The reason for it... does Fellow Daoist Xiao truly not know?"
"I know?" Xiao Hua froze slightly, pointing at his own nose in astonishment. "How could I possibly know about matters within your Misty Mountain?"
Seeing Xiao Hua's blank look, then looking at the tens of thousands of cultivators atop Thunder Peak, Xue Xue suddenly felt guilty for no reason. Yes, she was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Among these tens of thousands of cultivators, she could still rank near the front, but... the Thunder Control Sect was only accepting ten disciples. She... simply had no chance!!!
Then she looked at Xiao Hua. He had reached the peak of the tenth layer of Qi Cultivation! His odds of passing the selection were likely several times greater than hers! And once Xiao Hua passed the selection, he would become a Thunder Control Sect disciple. For a Thunder Control Sect disciple, the Foundation Establishment stage... was no more than something within easy reach! Yet a Foundation Establishment cultivator was truly a colossal existence to