Chapter 12

San-Yi Sect, Main Hall.

Zuo Ruotong sat in the upper seat, and below him sat several disciples who held important positions in the sect.

"Senior Brother, I heard from a sect member two days ago that you accepted a young man?"

The first to speak was a sturdy old man with white hair and beard, named Sichong.

Sichong was Zuo Ruotong's Junior Brother, and in the San-Yi Sect, besides Zuo Ruotong, his status was the highest.

"Does that young man have anything special? To actually make Senior Brother break the rules and accept him."

In Sichong's view, although his Senior Brother was a good person, he would definitely not accept a disciple of unknown origin just like that.

Just like Li Muxuan, the son of the San-Yi Sect's big benefactor, he had to honestly participate in the lower courtyard trial.

It was just the result...

Hearing Sichong's words, Zuo Ruotong shook his head slightly and said in a calm tone: "That child just has some fate with the San-Yi Sect."

Saying this, without waiting for Sichong to ask further, he looked at the white-haired young man sitting on the last cushion, Lu Jin.

"Jin'er, what do you think of that child?"

Since the day he agreed to let Li Ang enter the lower courtyard for the trial, Zuo Ruotong had let this disciple of his go to observe Li Ang's actions.

Therefore, among the few people present, Lu Jin could be said to be the person who knew Li Ang best.

Facing his Master's inquiry, the white-haired young man's expression suddenly became strange.

He hesitated for a moment before tentatively stating his opinion: "Master, these past few days, Li Ang has been chopping wood and fetching water until nightfall, and only rests for a while when eating."

"And according to my observation..."

"He seems to enjoy it a bit."

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall fell into a strange silence.

Everyone present had secretly seen Li Ang, and the feeling Li Ang gave them was that of a spoiled rich kid; after all, in this era, how could the skin of poor people be as fair as his?

But right now, Lu Jin's words undoubtedly made them drop their jaws.

"Is this kid's brain broken?" Sichong muttered subconsciously.

But soon, the old man realized something was wrong: "Can his body hold up?"

Chopping wood and fetching water were not easy actions; if he wasn't slacking off, it could only mean that Li Ang's physical fitness was exaggeratedly good.

If he had already embarked on the path of cultivation, it wouldn't be strange, but the key problem was that Li Ang was still just an ordinary person.

At least in the eyes of the few San-Yi Sect members in the hall, he was an ordinary person; after all, they didn't know about the existence of the profession panel.

Thinking of this, Sichong subconsciously looked at Zuo Ruotong and couldn't help but think in his heart: "Is this the reason why Senior Brother is willing to accept him?"