Bai Zhuqiang sat on the seat of the patriarch, watching the four slowly enter into the room. His eyes passed through each one, ending at Alex where it remained for the remaining duration.
"Patriarch," the three White Tigers quickly bowed, so Alex followed suit, quietly bowing toward the patriarch.
"Hmm? This is him?" the patriarch asked with a somewhat disdainful tone to his voice. "You said he would surprise me, Jingshen. He is no stronger than young Shouchuang."
"He is a talented young man, patriarch," Bai Jingshen said quickly. "And he has the potential to become a very strong cultivator in the future."
"So does Shouchuang," the patriarch said with a thoughtful look. "I don't see any reason to delay my judgment for later, so we might as well be done with it."
He turned toward Alex. "Undo the bond you have formed with Shouchuang right away. Then you may leave with the Sword God once you're done."
