Chapter Eighteen: Tang Lao's Dilemma

any other text you'd like me to translate!In a short span of time, Lu Ye didn't know how many punches he had taken. His chest was churning with blood and qi, his throat filled with the metallic taste...Setting the expectation to the minimum means choosing the lowest-ranked sect, and not being indecisive, meaning making only one choice.

If Lu Ye's understanding is correct, then Pang Hai's last words to him meant this.

The most important question is, whether you should trust him!

After a moment of thought, Lu Ye made his decision. He put down the brush in his hand and handed it to the bearded cultivator across from him along with his jade pendant. “Senior brother, I’ve made my choice.”

"Come now, think it over a bit more"

Lu Ye lowered his head and glanced at it: "No need."

My aptitude today is frighteningly low. Even if I chose a different sect, it probably wouldn't help. Rather than hope for the best, I might as well put my hopes on the last one, Bixue Sect. Pang Hai doesn't have to deliberately mock me; after all, I gave him two pieces of ore.

A female cultivator said: “The response from Wanmo Ridge is faster than expected. Several sects have already begun gathering troops, so we need to leave here quickly.”

"unds to spurt blood profusely.Su Yu Ming knew deep down that this time things were looking grim. At the brink of life and death, he surprisingly found his mind calm, his eyes resolute.Please note: *...