Day of Competition

Ryan thank her and moved to the next counter where an old man was sitting. 

"No, 31,333. Put your hand on this stone and state your name, age, and cultivation base." The old man coolly pointed his finger at the same kind of stone but there were white lines on it.

"Oh, and don't dare to lie. The punishment for it is; cultivation cripple!" The old man chuckled coldly. 

Ace's eyes narrowed as he places his hand on the stone and felt a sting of Qi on his hand but he felt nothing amiss. 

"Ryan White, age sixteen, and fifth Qi gate cultivator." Ace lies except for his age.

He was quite confident in his ability to remain calm and this kind of inferior treasures can't detect his lies just like what he did at the city gate.