"The trial for a Third-tier Divine Weapon—you have to surpass the Third-tier standard to obtain it."
Bomeng wasn't in a hurry to leave for the moment.
He wanted to wait for Zhao Xing's trial result.
"It'd be best if Zhao Xing manages to pass." Bomeng's thoughts had already shifted.
If Zhao Xing was only about the same level as him, then failing his teacher's test would just be embarrassing.
But if Zhao Xing could break through the Third-tier trial and obtain the Soul Tree Core, then there'd be nothing left to compare.
Once he went back, his teacher could also forgive him—it wasn't that he was too useless, it was that the enemy was too strong.
"Minister of Agriculture Zhao, let me congratulate you in advance on your success."
Zhao Xing turned back, a little surprised.
So the Demon Race Demigods really had this kind of broad mindset?
Though he couldn't tell whether it was mockery or sincere.
So he didn't respond, and vanished from where he stood.
...
One two hours later.
