In the hour that the selection had been ongoing, only one person could be considered alright.
The rest could even be said to have yet to start on the path of cultivation.
They thought it would be a series of fierce and exciting battles, but as it turned out the prospects were quite worrisome.
Old Ling stood behind them with his hands behind his back, a small smile on his face.
Perhaps it was because when he watched the ambitious disciples were faced with a somewhat unsatisfactory outcome, he had thought of himself when he was young.
Another person came into the arena.
"Ahem, this cultivator isn't bad. You can pay more attention to him," Seeing the person who had just come, Old Ling casually felt the person's aura and said.
Although Old Ling didn't belong entirely to the Lingyun Sect, he was quite experienced.
Although he was only left with a trace of his soul, he still had the strength of the Nascent Soul Realm.
