"This trial, well, it could be a person or perhaps an event, and it might even endanger your life. But this trial will definitely appear within ten years."
Wang Sijing really wanted to kill someone. This old bald monk was even more hateful than Lin Tian. Isn't he just talking nonsense?
The old monk continued, "Also, you must not harbor murderous thoughts. This is very important!"
"..." Wang Sijing was so angry she felt like spitting blood.
She pointed at a somewhat tall snow pile beside her and said, "Doesn't Lin Tian have a trial? He's younger than me and already reached the Golden Core stage. Isn't that smooth sailing?"
The old monk chuckled, "I can't truly perceive that guy. I don't know if he has a trial. But seeing him now, isn't he undergoing a trial?"
Wang Sijing began to sneer, "If he can't overcome this trial, does that mean he'll die here?"
The old monk nodded, "Logically speaking, that would be the case."
