Time flew by. Six or seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
The Yuelai Inn was still bustling with people, a clamor of voices filling the air.
In a corner, Chen Qing sat alone. Before him were stir-fried seasonal vegetables, a braised fish, and two large bowls of rice.
He thought to himself, 'Six or seven days have passed. It seems I didn't make it through the first round of selection.'
'But there are still a few more rounds, a few more chances.'
After making inquiries, Chen Qing knew his own qualifications weren't bad. Aside from a slightly inferior Root Bone, his skeletal age, strength, and comprehension were all in the upper-middle tier among the current batch of apprentices.
"Brother Chen!"
A young man hurried over and asked in a low voice, "Have you heard anything?"
Chen Qing shook his head. "Not yet."
The newcomer was named Yang Zhicheng. He was from Muyang County, and his uncle had once been a disciple of the Wutai Sect's Li Fire Institute.
