"Beyond the Star Gate lies the Holy Land of our clan."
"Those not destined cannot enter."
The Guardian's voice remained calm.
"The chosen one?"
Luo Qingchen was taken aback.
"What is the chosen one?"
The Guardian's faceless visage turned towards Luo Qingchen.
No, to be precise, it turned towards Bai Ling'er in his arms and the Star Map bronze disc on his chest.
"Bearing the True Dragon Bloodline, wielding the Star Mark, holding the key to the Star Map."
"Thou art the one foretold in the prophecy."
This answer made Luo Qingchen's heart suddenly relax.
It seemed he had found the right place.
"Since I am the chosen one, why am I still not allowed in?"
He asked with some confusion.
"The prophecy only states the chosen one will come."
"But it does not say whether your character is worthy of this destiny."
For the first time, the Guardian's voice carried a trace of scrutiny.
"To enter the Star Gate, thou must pass my trials."
"Trials?"
Luo Qingchen furrowed his brows.
