"Dad, Mom, why are you getting up so early..."
Wang Yi'an was roused from his deep sleep by Bu Chan, appearing listless and lethargic.
"To see what kind of talent you have,"
said Wang Ba casually.
"Talent? Aren't I a 'Middle A' with the Spiritual Root of metal, wood, and earth?"
Wang Yi'an did, in fact, remember his Spiritual Root qualifications quite clearly.
"That only means your Spiritual Root is decent, but it doesn't show which heritage you're more suited for, considering our Wanxiang Sect has so many."
explained Wang Ba.
Wang Yi'an nodded as if he somewhat understood.
As they were speaking, the two of them finally arrived at one of the three halls, Rende Hall, with Wang Yi'an.
This was Wang Yi'an's first visit here, and he immediately looked around curiously.
The Rende Hall was bustling with people inside and out, and the place was very large.