“You did great, Zhao Hui. You really did not disappoint me.” Mi Zhen admired Zhao Hui who qualified to travel to train at the Sacred Land. He was only one of the five students from many hundreds of academies that sent their students which were their hopes to join the test. Not only did the test was divided based on power levels, but it also tested the intelligence and intensity of the Holy Blood of the contestants. Therefore, it was not the kind of tournament like Xueming expected.
“Master, I want to ask you about…Ling Zi.”
“Hahaha, I understand. You don’t have to worry about that. During your stay in the Sacred Land, focus on your training. When you come back after a year, I guarantee you that I will fulfill your desires towards Ling Zi.”
“Thank you so much, Master,” said Zhao Hui with a happy face.
“Remember, take in everything you learn from the Sacred Land. Surely, you’ll become a lot stronger after a year.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. But that Xueming kid…”