Chapter Twenty-One: The Wrong Way to Open It

Ye's hand had appeared with an array flag at some point. With a light wave of it...Sun Qi, who was charging towards Yiyi with bared teeth and claws, suddenly froze on his face. Then, the whole person...Inside the Fei Long's cabin, Lu Ye looked around, but when he came to his senses, he found that Elder Tang was already sitting on the cushion.

He hurried over and sat down respectfully in front of Old Tang.

Fate is sometimes quite peculiar. Meeting inside a mine, Lu Ye never expected to become a disciple of Elder Tang's sect. However, regardless of how things happened, from now on he had a place in this world. Thinking about this, a warm feeling flowed through his heart.

Choosing the Blood Pact Sect was a last resort, but if this is the sect where Old Tang resides, it's not entirely unacceptable.

Lü Yè was startled.

Although he didn't know much about the practices of the cultivation world, he understood what being the headmaster meant.

Although he had guessed that Elder Tang's position in the Bixue Sect should be high, he never expected that the person before him was actually the sect master.

He hurriedly bowed and said, “Disciple greets the Headmaster.”

“Today, although I accept you into the sect, there are laws of the country and rules of the sect. You are not yet a formal disciple, only a registered name. You need to pass some tests before you can truly enter. The content of the test will be revealed later. When you return to the sect, you will know. Besides, with your current cultivation level, it’s far too early for you to take the test.”

Lu Ye listened attentively and replied, "Understood, Master."

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Now that I have joined the Bixue Sect and been accepted by the sect master in person, there is no need to hide it.

Tang Lao now understood what was going on. He looked at the storage pouch at Lu Ye's waist and then at the second storage pouch he had taken out.

This kid, in that mine shaft, killed more than just one person from the Evil Moon Valley!

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