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Su Nan took a step forward with a gentle lotus step. His expression was respectful and solemn. He said slowly, "Elder, all of you elders have great magical powers and profound magical powers. I admire you from the bottom of my heart. However, at this moment, I need to consider it again. I hope you can forgive me."

"Oh? I want to know what you are considering?" The Great Elder frowned, his face instantly turned gloomy, and his eyes showed obvious displeasure.

Su Nan cupped his hands once more, his posture becoming more humble, his tone extremely sincere: "Please forgive me, Great Elder. I dare to ask, is it necessary to have a master to practice in the inner courtyard?"

The elder gently twirled his graying beard, his gaze deep as the abyss. After a moment of contemplation, he replied, "That's not the case. It's just that embarking on this path of cultivation is like stepping into a foggy realm. If I had an experienced master to guide me, I could avoid many detours and take fewer wrong turns."

"Disciple thinks that choosing the path of cultivation is not something that can be done blindly. It needs to be combined with one's own understanding and characteristics. The Great Elder also knows that I, like everyone else, was only taught the unified skills by a private school teacher in my hometown. Until now, I am still not clear about what kind of cultivation path is suitable for me. So, disciple really does not want to make a hasty decision. After all, once the wrong choice is made, even if I want to change the direction of cultivation in the future, it may be too late. I hope the Great Elder will understand." Su Nan spoke sincerely, his eyes clear and firm, looking straight at the Great Elder.

The Great Elder nodded slightly, thinking to himself that this girl had a clear mind and had such a profound awareness at such a young age, which was truly rare.

"Okay, you don't have to make a choice for now, and focus on learning the basic exercises first. The jade slips contain detailed introductions to various cultivation methods. It's not too late to choose a master after you study them carefully." The Great Elder said earnestly.

After the Great Elder finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Nangong Jin and asked, "What about you?"

At this time, Nangong Jin still lowered his head, his lips trembling slightly, and whispered, "My talent is dull, and the methods of the elders are profound and unfathomable. I feel stupid and find it difficult to comprehend the essence. I am afraid of disappointing the elders' earnest expectations."

Su Nan couldn't help but turn to look at Nangong Jin. The boy was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. He was thin and frail, seemingly vulnerable, yet he exuded an aura of steel-like tenacity. His figure was slender, yet he lacked the muscular strength of others, as if a slight gust of wind could easily knock him over. Yet, within that seemingly frail frame lay an astonishing strength and an unyielding iron will.

His face was thin, his features as sharply defined as if meticulously sculpted. His eyes, bright and radiant, shone like the twinkling stars in the night sky, constantly radiating agility and intelligence. Despite his smaller stature, his gaze was always filled with unwavering faith and boundless anticipation for the future.

The Great Elder's gaze was gentle and filled with patience as he spoke slowly, "Child, the path of cultivation is inherently fraught with thorns and immensely difficult. Among these many disciples, your cultivation is the lowest, and your talent isn't the most outstanding. Yet, you were able to successfully enter the Inner Court. Do you understand the significance of this?"

Nangong Jin raised his head, his face full of confusion and ignorance, and answered timidly: "Disciple, I don't know."

The Great Elder continued, "The selection method for the inner courtyard is very different from that of other sects. Other sects often place the test of perseverance during the preliminary selection, but we in Longyin Pavilion place the test of perseverance during the inner courtyard selection. I think everyone present should understand this now, right?" This sentence was spoken in a loud voice, like a huge bell, and was clearly heard by everyone present.

The Great Elder's eyes flashed like lightning as he quickly swept through the disciples before finally fixing his gaze on Nangong Jin. He continued, "The path of cultivation is bumpy and difficult, and by no means easy. Without unwavering perseverance, it's difficult to make progress. Talent is certainly important, but perseverance often determines the heights you can reach in the future. So, a little fellow like you, with decent talent but no strength at first, actually achieved a remarkable sixth place in the arduous selection of the Thousand Steps. This is truly surprising. Your difficulty was much greater than that of the others. I even think that if you had the same strength as them, taking first place would be very likely."

After this detailed introduction, everyone looked at Nangong Jin with a hint of admiration.

Nangong Jin's face flushed instantly, and he looked extremely embarrassed. He rubbed the corners of his clothes with his hands nervously: "Grand Elder, you are too kind. I just want to fight until I can no longer do anything."

"What a fight until you are powerless." The voice seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld, low and full of majesty, echoing in the entire venue for a long time, and slowly dissipated after a long time.

When the elders heard this, their expressions changed drastically. They quickly stood up and bowed respectfully, saying, "Welcome, Pavilion Master."

Everyone fell silent, the atmosphere tense and heavy. Then, a figure slowly emerged from the void. It was the Pavilion Master. His figure stood tall and straight like a pine tree, towering like a mountain, imbuing him with an indescribable sense of oppression. His broad shoulders seemed capable of carrying the weight of the world, his spine straight as a sword, embodying boundless tenacity and strength.

The Pavilion Master's face was resolute, as if sculpted by a knife or an axe, its lines sharp and defined. A pair of sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, like two sharp swords, exuding majesty and dominance. His deep eyes, like the vast stars, shimmered with a mysterious radiance that made it difficult to meet their gaze, as if a single glance could reveal the deepest secrets of a person's heart. His high, mountain-like nose bridge betrayed his unwavering resolve, while his tightly pursed lips, gracefully lined, betrayed a steadfast determination.

The Pavilion Master's black hair was tied up high, fluttering slightly in the wind, adding a touch of elegance and uninhibitedness. He wore a long black robe, the sleeves fluttering in the wind, as if blending with nature. The golden patterns embroidered on the corners of his robe were faintly visible, gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight. Each pattern was incredibly delicate, as if imbued with mysterious power, highlighting his unparalleled status.

The Pavilion Master scanned the crowd, and wherever his gaze fell, everyone unconsciously lowered their heads. His gaze seemed to penetrate the soul, carrying an all-seeing sharpness and irresistible majesty, leaving no room for evasion, revealing any thoughts within.

"Everyone, get up." The Pavilion Master's voice was soft, yet it carried an immense majesty, like thunder exploding in everyone's ears, reaching every ear clearly. The voice was deep and magnetic, yet it carried an irresistible power, as if it could penetrate time and space, reaching the deepest depths of the human heart.

The elders then stood up, their expressions extremely respectful, their eyes filled with awe. Their backs were straight, and they dared not even look away, fearing that the slightest mistake would offend the Pavilion Master's majesty.

The Pavilion Master looked at Su Nan and Nangong Jin, with a glint of admiration in his eyes: "I have heard what you said just now. It is commendable that you have such thoughts." His eyes were gentle but scrutinizing, as if he could see through the surface and see the deep thoughts of the two people.

Nangong Jin hurriedly bowed his head, not daring to look directly into the Pavilion Master's all-seeing gaze. His body trembled slightly, his heart filled with both nervousness and awe for the Pavilion Master.

And Su Nan also saw the strength of the Pavilion Master: "Heavenly Man Realm!"

The Pavilion Master went on to say, "The path of cultivation is ever-changing. While making choices is important, sticking to one's original aspiration is even more important. Whether or not you have a master's guidance, you must have the determination to move forward courageously." His voice was steady and powerful, and every word he said was like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart, causing them to ponder deeply.

"Yes, we will follow the Lord's instructions." Everyone responded in unison, their voices neat and loud, echoing over the square.

The Pavilion Master nodded slightly, then waved his hand, and a ray of light flew towards Su Nan: "This is a secret manual of mental skills suitable for your current stage of cultivation. I hope you will study it carefully.

At this time, the Pavilion Master's gaze rested on Nangong Jin again, and he said softly: "Nangong Jin, I admire your perseverance and determination. From today on, you will practice with me." There was a hint of unquestionable determination in his tone.

Nangong Jin's eyes widened in surprise upon hearing this. Disbelief filled them at first, then gave way to excitement. His body trembled slightly with excitement, and he quickly knelt on his knees, banging his forehead against the ground. His voice trembled but he said firmly, "Thank you, Pavilion Master! I will do my best to live up to your high expectations!"

"Everyone, disperse and practice well." The Pavilion Master said this, then with a flick of his sleeve, he and Nangong Jin disappeared in a flash. Only a gentle breeze brushed the faces of the crowd, as if the Pavilion Master's aura still lingered.

Everyone stared at the direction the Pavilion Master had disappeared in, speechless for a long time, their eyes filled with reverence and yearning. Then they dispersed, each secretly resolving to achieve something on their path of cultivation.