The selection has ended, but he was not chosen.
Everyone couldn't help but shake their heads.
If it weren't for Mon Tianran losing a hundred years of his lifespan, he would have sat on the Throne of Glory.
It's just a pity...
"Mon Tianran."
Just then, Jian Yuanqing suddenly looked at Mon Tianran and spoke.
"Senior."
Hearing Jian Yuanqing's voice, Mon Tianran suddenly raised his head.
Everyone's eyes were focused.
The selection had ended, so why was Jian Yuanqing calling Mon Tianran now?
"I am not one for idle talk."
"With your current aptitude, you don't even have the qualifications to become a servant disciple of the Nine Desolate Sword Sect," Jian Yuanqing said.
Mon Tianran, however, was not surprised at all.
With a smile on his face, he nodded to Jian Yuanqing and said, "I know."
"I now give you a choice, to see if you are willing," Jian Yuanqing said.
A choice? What choice?
Everyone frowned.
