"Host's authority is too low, the information is classified!"
The system's voice was as cold and emotionless as ever.
"How high must my authority be before I can know it? When I become a saint?"
Sun Mo was unhappy. "Other than using this excuse to fob me off every time, do you have any other excuses?"
"Yes, after you become a saint!"
This was the first time the system gave him a clear target. "At that time, I will tell you about the system's origin and why you were chosen to become a host!"
"What if I don't become a saint?"
The saints in the Nine Provinces were so rare that they could be counted on one's fingers. Even with the system's assistance, Sun Mo didn't feel that he could succeed.
A saint wasn't something the Saint Gate could test for. It required one to reach a certain heart state. It was an accumulation of knowledge, life, and experience before the combination of these factors formed a qualitative transformation.
