Huang Long took it and had a look. With a snort, he said, “You may not take the river water from the back mountains anymore. I’ll take these two bottles this time. You may go back for now, and remember to come here tomorrow morning. I’ll bring you to the sect’s Hidden Scripture Building and pick a suitable skill for you.”
After hearing those words, Wang Lin looked forward to it, and he bowed then left. Currently, his cultivation was very high, but he only had one skill: The Gravity Technique.
After Wang Lin left, Huang Long turned around and respectfully bent his body forward then said, “Elder Shanguan, how much truth was in Wang Lin’s words and how should we treat this?”
An elder wearing blue and was as thin as bones walked out from the main hall. His face was heavy and after snorting, he said, “How much truth? Can you not find how much truth he said? Not one word was the truth!”