When Zhang Deming found the person, he seemed to have made some kind of mistake and was being reprimanded.
Zhang Deming watched quietly from the side for a moment, then shook his head and turned to leave.
'He hid it well, but after so many years in the Outer Sect, how could I not spot the viciousness in his eyes, especially as a bystander?'
His disposition was too sinister. He wasn't suitable, nor was he worth wasting resources and time on—not even as a test run.
The second target was a girl... Hmm... an older woman?
Fifty-nine years old, fifty-one years since her entry into the Sect, at the Apprentice Peak for many years, proficient in all the basic Three Skills. Her qualifications were... a little shabby.
In a world that valued looks, she was born at a disadvantage. Still, Zhang Deming went to take a look.
As a Female Cultivator in the Sect's social circles, she would have had access to countless immortal-quality beautifying and skincare products.
