The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
In the past, the quiet front of Heaven's Augury Hall suddenly buzzed with activity, as independent cultivators formed three lines to register with Hua Ci Yiyi and Kong Niu. The registration included the independent cultivators' basic information, such as name, origin, cultivation, duration of cultivation practice, and level of talent.
But it wasn't as simple as becoming a sect disciple of the Righteous Blood Sect just by completing registration. If that were the case, it would be far too easy. What was being done now was only the most basic statistics gathering. Eventually, Lu Ye and Hua Ci would have to discuss who among these people would be accepted into the Righteous Blood Sect, picking out the taller ones from among the shorter ones.
By nightfall, the independent cultivators in front of Heaven's Augury Hall dispersed, having completed all registrations.
Lu Ye sat on the steps in front of Heaven's Augury Hall, looking at a booklet and suddenly frowning, "Who registered this?"