Chapter Eighteen: Tang Lao's Dilemma

"Friend Xia, you're a bit late.""Cut the crap, it's not time yet!" Xia Qianqian retorted unceremoniously. Judging from this situation, the two of them were obviously acquainted and had some animosity...Setting the expectation to the minimum means choosing the lowest-ranked sect, and not being indecisive, meaning making only one choice.

If Lu Ye's understanding is correct, then Pang Hai's last words to him meant this.

The most important question is, whether you should trust him!

After a moment of thought, Lu Ye made his decision. He put down the brush in his hand and handed it to the bearded cultivator across from him along with his jade pendant. “Senior brother, I’ve made my choice.”

"Come now, think it over a bit more"

Lu Ye lowered his head and glanced at it: "No need."

My aptitude today is frighteningly low. Even if I chose a different sect, it probably wouldn't help. Rather than hope for the best, I might as well put my hopes on the last one, Bixue Sect. Pang Hai doesn't have to deliberately mock me; after all, I gave him two pieces of ore.

A female cultivator said: “The response from Wanmo Ridge is faster than expected. Several sects have already begun gathering troops, so we need to leave here quickly.”

"gzhi can get a flute first. Before that, Zhu will fulfill all the kinds of wood pronouncements you have."Lu Ye frowned, catching the underlying meaning in his words: "What if we can't get the second o...