The northern part of the city suddenly became lively, with crowds surging.

"The Wuji Immortal Sect is selecting disciples again, let's go try our luck," shouted a boy in his teens, excitedly. He was at the fifth level of Qi Refining but still wanted to give it a shot.

"Let's not even think about it. Huangtian City only produces one disciple for the Wuji Immortal Sect every hundred years. Don't dream."

"Dream? What's the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish?"