"I wonder if I can ever find another disciple like Xiaoning."
"Sigh, by the way, how is the matter we discussed coming along?"
"The matter of the Sword Division Pavilion?"
"This needs to be..."
The elders were chatting when they saw Wei Ning approaching, with a young man following behind.
The young man walked and stopped intermittently, looking at the surroundings, seemingly nostalgic.
Wei Ning instructed Zhang Ze to stand there, then walked over to his master and whispered a few words, then shook his head, indicating he didn't understand.
"You, come here." An old man with a white beard gestured to Zhang Ze.
"Please speak, senior." Zhang Ze obediently came over without any fear.
The questions Wei Ning had asked earlier were repeated by the elders.
Zhang Ze answered them one by one as usual, then just like before, a long sword was handed to him, but this time his opponent was Wei Ning's master.
The old man's sword moves were steady, but indeed not as good as Chen Qin's father.
Afterwards, everything went smoothly. As Zhang Ze had expected, he was admitted to the Sword Sect in advance.
The old men felt they had found a treasure.
However, Zhang Ze frowned slightly but said nothing as he looked at Wei Ning and the elders.
Afterwards, Zhang Ze was left at this end, drinking tea and watching plays with the old men, receiving some special guidance and occasionally chatting casually.
As expected by Zhang Ze, most discussions about the Sword Sect were normal, but once it touched upon affairs with Dongqi, the Western Barbarians, and the Central Continent, the topic naturally shifted in other directions.
The first group to reach the mountaintop was brought over by the Sword Sect's senior brother. Although it was unclear how Wei Zhuang managed it, he was indeed in the first batch.
This was even with Zhang Ze delaying for half a day and taking a detour.
Perhaps this is what talent is.
After all, he is the man destined to wear the Night Demon Emperor Armor in the future.
Wei Zhuang stood in the crowd, winking at Zhang Ze.
Zhang Ze also smiled at him.
Two days later, the last disciple to pass the first round of the exam breathlessly climbed to the mountaintop.
The mountain climbing test was declared over, with only eighty people making it through. Follow current novels on novèlfire.net
But when everyone stood in place, Zhang Ze's vision began to blur, and the senior brother's voice announcing the second round of tests disappeared.
Everyone present became motionless.
A black vortex appeared behind Zhang Ze, and in front of him was a white doorway.
"This Spirit Realm is interesting; is it Senior Wei's memory?"
"And what does it have to do with Taisui?"
"Why does it resemble my Profound Identification Treasure Mirror somewhat?"
"Also, why is there no news about the Eastern Qi Royal Family and the Western Barbarians..."
Zhang Ze spoke as he walked to the motionless Wei Zhuang, intending to tap his shoulder, but his hand went right through.
Zhang Ze turned to look at the light door, watching the misty view of the mountains behind it, and thought it might be the next segment of memory.
As for the black door behind him, he estimated that it was the exit.
Zhang Ze thought for a moment, then instead of heading to the black door, he walked towards the light door.
Ignoring whether this Spirit Realm had a save mechanism, even if it did, Zhang Ze didn't want to be pulled into Taisui's gaze again.
It was too unsettling.
In any case, let's continue to see what's next.
Best if it works in one go.
However, just as Zhang Ze was about to step into the light door, he stopped and turned to walk towards the black door.
As he neared the black door, Zhang Ze suddenly asked.
"Bai Tao? Can you hear me?"
"I can." Bai Tao's voice sounded in Zhang Ze's ear, "Teacher, do you need Corpse-Dissolving Water? I prepared two vats for you."
"No need, let's conduct an experiment."