After two days of waiting, someone finally appeared on the morning of the third day.
The youth looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his attire was extremely lavish, clearly indicating that he was no ordinary person.
Those shoes weren't ordinary; they were spiritual weapons crafted specifically for this examination, capable of concentrating a martial artist's mystic qi in their legs, significantly boosting their running speed.
Meanwhile, he continually took pills to restore his stamina and mystic qi. With 1% effort and 99% support from his family, he was initially poised to claim first place in this examination.
Typically, the ones who perform the best in these exams are likely to be selected by elders as direct disciples, so every test performance is exceptionally critical.
But when he finally reached the finish line, seeing Zhang Menglong and Yun Senhai chatting and laughing, he collapsed in despair.
"How's it, Elder Yun? Isn't this sports car awesome?"
