"The Ancestral Needle can't make mistakes, Sansheng Qiu, it's just that you didn't work hard enough."

Sansheng Xingyu suddenly spoke, and his tone was slightly angry.

Angry at whom?

Naturally, it is the autumn of the Three Saints.

Why are you angry?

That tone of hatred that iron cannot be transformed into steel probably means that Sansheng Qiu enjoys top-notch resources but refuses to work hard.

"Xingyu, am I really not trying hard?"

"We have practiced together since childhood. When have I ever been lazy? I..."

Sansheng Qiu suddenly became excited and seemed to have a lot to say, but he hesitated and smiled aggrievedly.

"Maybe I really didn't work hard enough."

"What is the Ancestral Needle?" Chu Feng asked curiously.

Without waiting for Sansheng Qiu's answer, Sansheng Xingyu rushed to say

"It's a special testing instrument left behind by our ancestors of the Three Holy Demon Clan."

"Those who can react to the ancestral needle will be qualified to become saints."

"There are only two members of my clan who have reacted to the ancestral needle."
Chapter completed!