Warren Wong put away the testing stone. He announced, "Those who showed no light just now may leave the mountain." Some people were excited. Others left in disappointment, some even crying. Ten with green light and three with blue remained. Leon Wong, one of the blue-light candidates, was proud. He knew he'd passed as one of the excellent ones. Warren continued, "Those with green light will become outer disciples of the Rising Sun Sect. Don't worry. Every three years, you can apply to challenge for promotion to inner disciple. As for those with blue light, you are officially accepted as inner disciples of the Rising Sun Sect."
Evan Yang and the others looked sad, but Mr. Li was there to comfort them. Mr. Li said, "Ryan Li, you are now an outer disciple. If you work hard, you can become an inner disciple in the future."
"Village Chief, I'll definitely work hard and won't let everyone down!" Ryan Li was not upset about being an outer disciple. The other villagers, realizing they had no fate with immortals, gave up their earlier dreams. They stood there in a daze, waiting for Mr. Li's instructions.
Evan Yang wanted to know what his dim, murky light meant. He turned to Lana Situ and asked, "Lana, what did my dim light mean just now?"
Lana Situ, who had been watching the accepted candidates, turned her head and sighed. "Your aptitude is extremely weak—worse than a mortal. You basically have no spiritual roots."
Evan Yang didn’t understand what 'no spiritual roots' meant. Leon Wong burst out laughing. "Kid, I didn’t expect you to be worse than a mortal. Someone without even spiritual roots still dreams of cultivating? Keep dreaming!"
"You!" Mr. Li and the others looked furious. Lana Situ spoke coldly, "Wong Clan brat, don’t think that just because you’re an inner disciple, I can’t deal with you!"
"Hmph!" Leon Wong snorted and ignored them. He ran off to talk to his big brother. Warren Wong glanced at Lana's group, then turned to lead the thirteen accepted disciples away. He left a parting remark, "Lana, do you want to come into the sect and look around?"
"No need!"
Warren Wong said nothing more, but secretly weighed something in his heart. He took out a round disk that appeared like a plate. After muttering a few words, the disk grew larger. The young boys and girls who had never seen an immortal treasure stared with envy. Lana Situ, unimpressed, turned away and squatted down. She took out a small vial, poured out a black pill, and held it to Evan Yang’s lips. "Swallow this, and you’ll quickly recover to normal."
"Thank you!" Evan Yang, overwhelmed with gratitude, said nothing more and swallowed the pill. At once, his whole body felt as if it were burning. Sweat broke out all over him. Seeing this, Lana Situ pressed her right hand to Evan’s forehead. A cool sensation spread from his forehead through his whole body. When the burning feeling disappeared, Lana withdrew her hand. "Now you can walk freely. When you return to the village, stay put and don’t come to places like this again."
Evan Yang was truly moved. His desire to cultivate grew even stronger. He could now move as if he’d never been injured. The others were excited too. Leon Wong snorted coldly, "What’s so impressive about that!"