Tian Lin seemed about to reach out and touch the mountain-shaped stone sculpture, which caused Zhou Qing's brows to furrow.
Tian Lin immediately withdrew his hand and said with a sheepish smile:
"Zhou, you're not from our Yulong Continent, so you don't know the longing we have for cultivation here."
Zhou Qing's expression lightened slightly as he took back the mountain-shaped stone sculpture and put it into his Storage Bag, saying:
"Forgive my bluntness, but now that you have become a Blood Sect Devotee, it will be quite difficult for you to join a proper Immortal Gate."
Tian Lin said, "If I were to reveal my difficulties to the Wendaos Sect's Immortal Masters, do you think they would understand me?"
Zhou Qing shook his head: "The Wendaos Sect is extremely strict in selecting its disciples; you shouldn't entertain such vain hopes."
Seeing that Tian Lin appeared somewhat desolate, he quickly added:
