Early in the morning, Ning walked out of the tavern room. He still had a few days left on the tavern's duration, but he didn't care about it. If he passed today, he wouldn't have to return at all.
Ning walked to the city center and got himself registered to join the sect. Eligibility was very simple for the Pure Cleansing sect. As long as one was a cultivator, looking to learn the healing arts, they allowed anyone to enter.
Age wasn't even a factor for eligibility. "These are some very charitable people," Ning thought to himself.
He was now in a hall with many others, waiting for the exam. Soon, a middle-aged man arrived in the room and bowed to everyone. Ning was surprised that an examiner would initiate the bow before the examinees.
He looked carefully and realized that he was the same man that made the healing paste for Night. 'Oh, he is the examiner, huh,' Ning thought.
