"I'm sorry, sir, this was arranged by the War God; it cannot be changed. If you wish to change it, it will be considered forfeiting your qualification for the trial."
The maid stated firmly without subservience.
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingtian's temper, which was ready to burst, was forcibly suppressed.
If Zhan Yuntian did this on purpose, then he had nothing to say.
But the influence inside was truly upsetting; he didn't want to go in and decided to simply stand at the entrance.
The maid seemed to read his mind and said, "The War God has instructed that everyone must rest inside the room for over eight hours each day. Failing to do so will be considered giving up their qualification."
"Who said I'm giving up? Can't I step outside for a smoke?"
Ye Qingtian spoke with a huff of anger.
As he took out a cigarette, he glanced at the time; it was still early, with one minute left—enough to finish smoking.
The maid gave Ye Qingtian a knowing smile and then left.
