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Look, isn't that group of people in front of us scrambling for the chance to be dogs?
"This time we're selecting singers," Old Cheli began, "as well as tailors, carpenters..."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a crowd of people immediately raised their hands.
"Me, me, I can!"
"My dad's a carpenter!"
"I can sing a tune right now!"
Old Cheli squinted his eyes and smiled, "Everyone has a chance, but whether you cut it or not isn't for you to say."
His smile vanished, "I'd rather sift out some trash than allow anyone just to make up the numbers. The chance to reach heaven in one step is right before your eyes, but whether you can grab it depends on your own abilities."
Entering Star Dragon Ridge-post, saying goodbye to hunger and danger, and living under the guidance of a strong order was indeed a step up to heaven.
As if going from hell to heaven.
Register, be selected, and then divided into groups.
