"Good."
The white-haired elder smiled faintly upon hearing this and said, "Among the Nine Peaks of Ziwei Mountain, there is a peak called the Main Peak. Behind it lies a sheer, thousand-foot cliff."
"If you can climb up that cliff, reach the summit, I will grant you an opportunity and accept you as my final disciple."
As his words fell.
Before Wang Lin could react, the white-haired elder gently pushed his palm against Wang Lin's shoulder.
In an instant.
With a scream, Wang Lin plummeted from an infinite height.
"This is the end of me!"
The violent wind around his ears stung Wang Lin's face, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes.
However.
The shattering impact he anticipated did not occur. As he descended at a high speed, about to crash into the ground, he instead bizarrely stopped with anti-gravity above the earth, then gently landed on the ground.
"Hmm?"
Wang Lin opened his eyes in confusion.
