"Wuxiang Institute?"
Both the old man and the disciple were stunned. The former lifted his eyelids and glanced at Zhao Lin. "Your root and bone are indeed excellent, but if you want to enter the Wuxiang Institute, your cultivation must be at least at the Second Layer of the Qi Realm. Unless..."
"Unless I defeat two outer court disciples at the Third Layer of the Qi Realm," Zhao Lin calmly finished the sentence.
"So you knew."
The old man stroked his beard a few times, his eyes narrowing. "Is this your master's idea? He might not be aware, but the assessment for the Wuxiang Institute is even stricter now than it was in his day."
"The disciples you're tested against aren't just chosen randomly. They're all top-ranking outer court disciples from the monthly and quarterly competitions. Their strength isn't necessarily that much different from the Wuxiang Institute's own disciples."
