From time to time, Talisman Masters entered the Talisman Master Pavilion Headquarters for preliminary selection.
However, most people went in with high hopes, but came out sighing, their expressions revealing that they hadn't passed the preliminary selection.
As time ticked by, second by second.
Finally, it was Ye Chenfeng's turn. Standing at the entrance of the Talisman Master Pavilion was a middle-aged man, who asked Ye Chenfeng to place his hand on a black stone stele. The middle-aged man wasn't very suspicious of Ye Chenfeng's black masked face, after all, there were many people like him.
