In a corner of the Martial Arts Arena, a fierce wind howled.
Su Yu withdrew his fist and stood still, his breath long and steady.
Xu Feng stood to the side, watching the junior brother he had personally guided into the sect. His eyes held both admiration and a touch of regret.
"Junior Su, there's something I need to tell you."
Su Yu paused. "Senior Brother, go ahead."
Xu Feng chose his words carefully before speaking. "I mentioned to Master about taking you on as a Direct Disciple. Master agrees that your comprehension and temperament are both of the Upper Grade, and he wants to test you."
"A test?" Su Yu's expression was calm.
"That's right. In the Martial Examination three months from now, if you can place in the top twenty, Master will accept you as his Direct Disciple!"
'Top twenty in the Martial Examination?'
'A Direct Disciple?'
Su Yu pondered for a moment. He understood the significance of being a Direct Disciple—it would be a great help on his Martial Arts path.
