The Qingyun Sect held its triennial disciple recruitment ceremony in the city square.
Chen Fan blended into the crowd, gazing fervently at the sect disciples performing spells on the stage. When his turn came to test his spiritual roots, he reached out and pressed his hand against the testing stone.
At first the stone remained dim, and jeers rose around him. But just as the crowd was about to disperse, the stone suddenly blazed with brilliant purple light, shooting straight into the sky!
"Purple-grade spiritual roots?!" The elder presiding over the trial sprang to his feet, his voice trembling.
Yet at that very moment, Chen Fan quietly took a step back. He knew well that a tree taller than the forest invites the wind to break it.
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