Chapter 8: Life 15, Age 16, Martial Disciple 1
“What is your name?” asked the elderly man at the testing orb.
“Su Fang.”
“Place your hand on the orb and channel your qi into it.”
Having done this so many times by now, the process was second nature. Qi flowed from my dantian and into the orb. A dull red flame appeared in its center.
“Fire affinity. Middle of nine-stars,” the elderly man said. His inflection was slightly different from the past, but I wasn’t sure what it meant.
“What can you tell us about the blessing you have received?”
Now for the real gambit. Would he believe me? It didn’t matter too much in the end. Over time I would be able to build an undeniable façade of an alchemic blessing.
“I believe I have been blessed in alchemy. I feel that I will be able to learn it more smoothly than most people,” I said nervously.
The old man looked at me and paused. He had never done that before. Looks like I truly hit an edge case this time.