The four guardians had almost the same status as the chancellor. Although Zhao Yuanji was about the same age as Wei Zikun, Wei Zikun was only a mere hall overseer in the institute. Clearly, Wei Tiancang’s descendants weren’t faring that well.

Right now, the ones in control of the sanctum were either Wei Tiancang’s brothers or his disciples.

“Apprentice-brother, he must be that Li Tianming, the one with perfect synchronization. I’ve just heard the news.” Zhao Yuanji looked at Li Tianming.

“Yeap, find him three advanced source-ranked battle arts,” Mu Yang requested. That was Li Tianming’s own request, since three battle arts were enough for him to chew on for a while.

“Alright, Mo Lin, take your junior apprentice-brother with you and let him pick three arts,” Zhao Yuanji instructed.

A teenager walked out from the hall, his slender figure dressed in a black robe and his long hair reaching his waist. His handsome features gave him a quiet, scholarly look, his mild demeanour adding on to that impression.

He first greeted Mu Yang with a bow, before gesturing towards Li Tianming. “Apprentice-brother Li, please, come with...