Poison Dragon Slope.
Fang Xing held a paper crane in his hand, a slight smile appearing on his face: "The Xu Family... They're quite on the ball."
He saw the conditions offered by the Xu Family and found them quite intriguing.
For Fang Xing, things like talismanic money or spiritual objects were like floating clouds, after all, the Flying Squirrel Bag of the Xu Family's ancestor was lying in his pocket.
However, the experiences of breaking through the Dao Foundation and even the guaranteed entry quota to Qingmu Ridge were indeed tempting.
The so-called guarantee, naturally, meant accepting regardless of one's qualifications.
It was a privilege granted by Qingmu Ridge to the many Dao Foundation families under it. If Song Yunqian had such a quota back then, Song Yunyun wouldn't have been rejected.
'After all, even a broken ship has three pounds of nails...'
