Just before Li Yan entered the stone chamber, six people had gathered several yards from the Ming sisters, exchanging voice transmissions. Occasionally, they lifted their heads to look in a particular direction.
"...So this time, at least five of us must become core elite disciples. No more than one of us may fail."
A voice rang out in the minds of the other five. The speaker was another young man dressed entirely in white.
His jet-black hair shone with a rich luster, loosely tied behind his head so that its length spilled down his back.
His face was as fine as polished jade, his brows splendidly shaped, his eyes like brilliant stars, and his expression gentle. Truly, "a man like jade upon the country path, a peerless young lord beneath the heavens."
With his white robes and black hair stirring behind him, he presented a sight Li Yan could not compare with: a jade tree standing in the wind, seemingly about to ride the breeze into immortality.
Their group consisted of five men and one woman, each with an extraordinary bearing.
The only woman appeared twenty-one or twenty-two. Her brows curved like crescent moons, her eyes were clear as lake water, and her red lips framed white teeth. Her slender, graceful figure resembled a supple willow swaying in the breeze.
Her beauty was in no way inferior to that of the Ming sisters. Her lake-clear eyes repeatedly lingered on the young man in white, their depths filled with boundless tenderness.
All six were Spirit Transformation cultivators, and even the weakest among them was at the middle stage.
"That goes without saying, Junior Brother Yan. You needn't worry. Although there are only ten places, those people will naturally have to wait until we've taken our pick."
"Hmph, that's how it was