"Not a single sound?"
Outside the door, a graceful, petite woman was wrapped in a magnificent long dress surrounded by jade-green, pearlescent jewels.
She wore light makeup. Her flaming red lips paired with green flower-shaped Hun Yuan pupils gave her a richly painted beauty that was exceptionally eye-catching.
This was none other than Yang Mianmian, a renowned figure in the Divine Mystic Camp who ranked near the top of its leaderboards.
Deputy Camp Master Yang Cheng was her father.
Yang Cheng was here as well, standing not far from Yang Mianmian.
However, Yang Mianmian was not speaking to him. She stood toward the rear of the crowd, gazing at the dark chamber ahead with slightly pursed red lips. "I don't mean to look down on anyone, but at this age, someone who can conquer the Four Symbols Talisman purely by their own ability simply doesn't exist. Confidence is a good thing, but blind confidence makes one a fool who doesn't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth."
"Sister Mianmian..."
Beside the graceful woman stood another young girl.
The girl had icy blue hair and snowflake-like, crystal-clear Hun Yuan pupils. She wore a short skirt, her jade-like legs as translucent and flawless as white jade, making her seem like a perfect porcelain doll.
Though she wore no makeup, her natural, elegant, peerless beauty completely overshadowed Yang Mianmian. Yang Mianmian, despite being such a focal point herself, seemed like a princess's maidservant beside her.
Even a cold and glamorous maidservant was still a maidservant.
That icy blue-haired girl was naturally Xuejing Chan.
Hearing this, Xuejing Chan looked inside with some concern and bit her lip. "That does sound right, huh? I wonder what Great-Grandfather and Grandma Lian were thinking. How could they let him go in by himself? And