Chapter Eighteen: Tang Lao's Dilemma

wo people meant six points. Now his merit points had reached sixty-two!Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!As night fell, within a mountain path, Lu Ye sheltered himself...Setting the expectation to the minimum means choosing the lowest-ranked sect, and not being indecisive, meaning making only one choice.

If Lu Ye's understanding is correct, then Pang Hai's last words to him meant this.

The most important question is, whether you should trust him!

After a moment of thought, Lu Ye made his decision. He put down the brush in his hand and handed it to the bearded cultivator across from him along with his jade pendant. “Senior brother, I’ve made my choice.”

"Come now, think it over a bit more"

Lu Ye lowered his head and glanced at it: "No need."

My aptitude today is frighteningly low. Even if I chose a different sect, it probably wouldn't help. Rather than hope for the best, I might as well put my hopes on the last one, Bixue Sect. Pang Hai doesn't have to deliberately mock me; after all, I gave him two pieces of ore.

A female cultivator said: “The response from Wanmo Ridge is faster than expected. Several sects have already begun gathering troops, so we need to leave here quickly.”

"have any other text you'd like me to translate!>>A light "poof" echoed as the Panshan Blade pierced through the fox demon's back, exiting from its chest.The fox demon's eyes widened in an instant, and...