After Lii Xiaolan finished speaking, Lin Xuankong and Xiaoo Ying'Er finally understood.
A surge of pressure welled up in Xiaoo Ying'Er's heart, and a trace of melancholy touched her ethereal, fair face.
"I knew that standing out in this disciple recruitment ceremony of the Spiritual Crane Immortal Sect wouldn't be easy! As it turns out, my husband and I will have to face not only the prodigies from various dynasties but also talented disciples from other Immortal Sects! Hmph, this title of being ranked eighteenth among tens of thousands of geniuses is really overblown!"
Hearing this, Lii Xiaolan leaned over to Xiaoo Ying'Er, pinched her delicate cheek, and chuckled. "Actually, Sister Ying'Er, you don't need to worry too much. While those Immortal Sect disciples might have more resources, you have the Great Xia Dynasty backing you—especially with a pillar of support like your husband. You can get plenty of resources too!
