"L...Little Wang Lin, greets all the Immortal Elders!"
Thud!
Wang Lin's knee bent, and he instantly knelt on one knee, hurriedly clasping his hands in salute.
His face, which had just been filled with joy, immediately turned pale again, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as his heart trembled to the extreme.
He couldn't help but think to himself that things weren't looking good. Climbing Ziwei Mountain in the middle of the night, these Immortal Elders probably thought he was up to no good, like a thief or a scoundrel, right?
Now, not to mention being admitted as a disciple of Ziwei Mountain, he feared even his own life couldn't be spared.
He couldn't help but bitterly smile inside, questioning why the heavens were toying with him like this, giving him a glimmer of hope only to kick him back down to the bottom?
For a moment, Wang Lin's mind raced, letting out a long sigh in his heart.
However.
