Huo Tian wrapped himself tightly in the white-washed disciple clothes, and rubbed his fingertips against the wooden sword on his waist, which was not even iron. His heart felt as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, it was rough and itchy. The sect competition three days later is the last chance for him, the "last disciple", to stay in Qingyang Sect - if he can no longer enter the inner sect, the master will expel him from the sect according to the rules.
"Huo Tian!"
A familiar shout came from behind. Huo Tian turned around and saw Lin Xiao walking quickly carrying a food box. The setting sun stretched his shadow long, and his moon-white inner disciple uniform made his face look like jade, and the smile in his eyes looked purer than the spring water in the mountain stream.
"Brother Xiao, why are you here?" Huo Tian came up to meet him, with a hint of unnoticeable embarrassment in his tone. He and Lin Xiao were from the same hometown and joined the Qingyang Sect together. However, Lin Xiao was extremely qualified and became the core of the inner sect in three years, while he, Huo Tian, was stuck in the outer sect for three years without even touching the threshold of the inner sect. But Lin Xiao never disliked him, but always helped him. Huo Tian kept this feeling in his heart.
