Qing Chen answered with some uncertainty, "Grand Supreme, perhaps it is because this disciple has some talent and learns all sorts of secret techniques very quickly."
"Hahaha, I rather like this temperament of yours." A hearty laugh suddenly rang through the great hall.
Qing Chen looked up, and the scene before him had become perfectly clear.
Behind the jade table sat a middle-aged cultivator with a resolute face.
His long hair was neatly tied into a topknot, and his eyes seemed to hold both compassion and a killing severity.
This was somewhat different from what Qing Chen had imagined. He had thought the Fourth Grand Supreme would be an expert with bulging muscles, like a wrathful vajra guardian.
The Fourth Grand Supreme's gaze was as sharp as lightning, as though it could see straight into a person's heart.
He stared at Qing Chen, a trace of authority in his voice. "Qing Chen, do you know why I summoned you?"
Qing Chen's heart tightened. All sorts of possible answers flashed through his mind, but in the end, he decided to answer honestly:
"This disciple has heard something of it. Perhaps it is because you intend to take me as your disciple, Grand Supreme."
At these words, the Fourth Grand Supreme paused slightly, before a trace of amusement flashed through his eyes:
"You certainly are honest. Yes, I do indeed have that intention."
Hearing this, Qing Chen felt an irrepressible surge of joy, though his face remained calm.
Seeing this, the Fourth Grand Supreme nodded slightly and continued, "However, before I formally accept you as my disciple, I have several questions to ask you. You must answer truthfully."
Qing Chen hurriedly bowed in salute and answered respectfully, "This disciple obeys. I will certainly answer truthfully."
The Fourth Grand Supreme nodded and asked,