Steward Wang held up a finger, pointing upward. "It's best to swear a Dao oath under an open sky. Let's go outside."
The two walked into the courtyard together.
Zhao Lin looked up at the gloomy sky, his expression solemn as he declared loudly, "I, Zhao Lin, a disciple of the Chenghua Sect, hereby swear an oath to the Celestial Dao and the Sect. From this day forward, I will cultivate the Nine Revolutions God Condensing Skill, and I shall not reveal a single word of it to anyone."
"If I break this vow, may I be struck by a myriad of lightning tribulations and my physical body be utterly destroyed."
After reciting the oath, Zhao Lin took a deep breath. 'This is truly vicious,' he thought. 'I wonder which elder came up with such a clever trick.'
Just then, Steward Wang handed him a dagger crafted from refined gold.
Zhao Lin took the dagger and slashed it forcefully across his palm. Channeling his energy, he made fresh blood spurt out.
