“Aslongasyou’repleased,YoungMaster,”thestewardsmiledgently.

        “Bytheway,Itaketheformofanyoneyoudesire—butonlyafteryoupleteyourentrytrialsandofficiallybeethediscipleoftheDivineLord.”

        “Iuand.”

        Sothiswasmeanttotemptmeintofinishirials.Inoddedandasked,

        “Then,whatisthesedtrial?”

        “Thisosyourprehensionofacultivationteique.Insimpleterms:itgaugesyourtalentandperception.”

        Ifroze.

        Talent...?That’smyworsttrait.

        Hetinued,pullingoutanoldpieceofpart.

        “ThisisateiquecalledtheSorSparrowBattleTeique.Itwascreatedbyyourpre—cough,byaseniorcultivator.”

        Itookalook.

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