The tall, wide, ancient hall was the same as it had been for countless years. Many enormous prayer mats were placed throughout the hall, and an old black ox had appeared, smiling as he looked at the suddenly arrived Ji Ning.
"The main hall." Ning looked at the great hall.
"Congratulations." The old black bull walked over, filled with joy. "It's only been a few years, but you've already reached the Zifu level. It was faster than I anticipated."
Ning was still worrying about the impending arrival of a large group of experts from Snowdragon Mountain, and so he said without too much joy, "I was simply lucky."
