After bathing and getting ready, the siblings came downstairs and were invited into the VIP dining room where Saiga’s family was waiting. So many food varieties they never saw let alone tasted before were waiting for them on the classy glass dining table. Mutton soup. Cured meat. Fish. Eggs. Pickle. White rice. Freshly baked bread. Cheese. Roasted meat. And more.
And the siblings couldn’t help but swallow their saliva.
They were thinking he would have prepared some vegetable rice at best, but this was above and beyond their expectations.
“Please take your seats,” Saiga’s wife, Christina, said. The siblings sat on the opposite side, and she personally served them food. “Don’t be shy. All of these are made just for you.”
Fabby was utterly baffled. She didn’t know why t
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WHIT 65 - THE HUMAN SHELL [VOL 04 - THE GRAY IN THE HEART]
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WHIT 66 - THINK TO TURN
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WHIT 67 - DELUSIVE PRACTICES
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WHIT 68 - THE GREAT GATE
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WHIT 69 - ENTRANCE EXAM
Edgar and Fabby entered the massive cave. After going a couple hundred meters in, the tunnel was lit by fire lamps on either side, so they kept walking without getting worried too much. After covering about two miles, they reached a huge gate that was blocking the whole path. And two guards were waiting. “State your identity,” one of the guards smashed the base of the spear on the ground. “We’re from Vedi, but we’ve got a recommendation letter to join the sect,” Edgar took out the scroll. “Recommendation?” the guards looked at each other and laughed. “Don’t you know that our sect doesn’t take in recommendations?” “What?” Edgar and Fabby’s jaws slackened. “B-but…” For a secon
WHIT 70 - TOO HARD
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WHIT 71 - FOLLOW
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WHIT 72 - REWARD
More than a thousand people gathered at the northern end of the Great Grove in front of a big stage.On the stage were dozens of examiners who watched over the entrance exams. Dubril Zha was also among them.“I’m Ruth Raj. A master of the sect as most of you already had guessed.” One of them, the one with a black hat and a cloth wrapped around his face, was talking with the audience, “More than 15,000 people participated this year, but only a little over 1300 passed. Out of those, only 232 people became outer disciples, and the rest became foot disciples. This year’s pass rate isn’t great, but it isn’t that bad either. Now, we will reward the one who did best overall in the three rounds combined.” He then read out a name. “Fabby Ecstasio. Please come onto the stage and receive your reward.”