C1806 The Relics of the Ancestors!

"A pass?" Bai Yeh blinked in confusion, his brow furrowing. "What kind of pass?"

"An entry pass," Zhao Li replied with a chuckle. "The sect is organizing a selection competition in three days, and every department is expected to participate. Our seniors at the Soul Martial Hall have all agreed—it's your turn to represent us."

"Me?" Bai Yeh's expression turned grim. "I've barely joined the sect