“It seems that this Bai Clan master is also certain about the fact that I do not want to have a falling out with the Bai Clan over such a trivial matter. However, an engagement proposal is nothing. Currently, I am already a Late Spirit Apostle and once I become a core disciple, even if the Bai Clan exposes my identity to the sect, I will not suffer from too harsh of a punishment. If I am able to become a Spirit Master, Barbarian Ghost Sect will most likely turn a blind eye to this matter.” Liu Ming muttered to himself as this plan formulated in his heart.
A month passed by; Liu Ming had just about finished consolidating his Fa Li when the Small Competition bell abruptly rang once again on Nine Infant Mountain.
Hearing it, Liu Ming didn’t hesitate and immediately rushed toward the plaza on the mountain top.
The small competition this time, aside from Gui Ru Quan, Zhu Chi and Martial Aunt Zhong astonishingly didn’t even show up.