The moment those words were spoken, everyone present instantly quieted down.
Without hesitation, dozens of people in the crowd stepped forward.
Every single pair of eyes locked onto the man in the dark-blue robe, burning with eagerness.
The young man glanced around, seeing countless people move up, their faces filled with anticipation.
He nodded, "Today, my master is here to accept a disciple. Aside from fate, the most important thing is whether you possess spiritual roots."
Cultivation isn’t the same as martial arts. In martial arts, even if your talent is poor, as long as you’re willing to work hard and endure, you’ll always achieve something in the end.
But cultivation is different. If you don’t have spiritual roots, no matter how much you struggle or how much time and energy you pour in, it’s all pointless.
So, the first test is for spiritual roots.
After finishing, he turned to look at the True-Immortal Layman, who sat cross-legged with his back to the crowd.
Only then did the True-Immortal Layman speak. His voice was hoarse, carrying a deep, indescribable sense of age and weariness.