In the Qingyun Sect's martial arts performance field, the morning fog has not cleared.
Li Qiangzong stood in front of the soul-measuring monument, sweat dripping from his palms. The disciples around him were whispering, their eyes like needles pricking their backs.
"It's been three months and you still want to take a test?"
"The Foundation Establishment Perfection fell to the third level of Qi Refining. If it were me, I would have found a rope to hang myself."
"Shh, keep your voice down, I was once a candidate for the inner sect after all..."
Ever.
Li Qiangzong chewed these two words, feeling bitter in his stomach. Three months ago, he was a once-in-a-hundred-year genius of the Qingyun Sect. At the age of eighteen, he had completed his foundation building, and the headmaster personally promised him the position of true successor.
Then overnight, the cultivation base dissipated like a dike.
The soul-measuring stele lights up with a faint white light - the second floor of Qi Refining.
Fell again.
The roar of laughter erupted. Li Qiangzong retracted his hand, his knuckles turned white, turned around and walked out of the crowd. No one gave way, and several disciples deliberately bumped into him with their shoulders.
