Wan Ling looked at everyone.
"Then, who is willing to take the stage and serve as my daughter's examiner?"
No one present responded. They were all hesitating. This meant going up and fighting for real, and one careless mistake could result in injury.
Fortunately, Wan Ling and Wan Qingqing had already chosen three people beforehand. Asking now was merely going through the motions.
Following their prior arrangement, Wan Ling looked toward the three people in the crowd.
These three were the suitable candidates who had agreed in advance to serve as examiners.
After all, willingness alone was not enough for this role. They also needed considerable strength, so they could help Wan Qingqing filter out as many candidates as possible.
That would prevent Wan Qingqing from running out of stamina during the later wheel battles.
But when Wan Ling looked over, she suddenly discovered that the three men's gazes were shifting, their heads lowered. They said nothing at all about the agreement they had made.
This was when they should have stepped forward and "volunteered" to serve as examiners.
Yet for some unknown reason, all three remained silent.
"Is anyone willing?" Wan Ling emphasized the question once more.
Among the many martial artists present, some were disciples of Wan Qing Court, while others came from different branch courtyards. Not everyone had arrived yet; some were still on the road because of the distance.
No one spoke.
Wan Qingqing looked around the crowd. The Inner Court disciples she had cared for before were each behaving like turtles with their heads tucked into their shells, not daring to look up at her.
The three people her mother had invited also lowered their heads without a word, silent and mute.
She knew that many people here hoped she would not act on impulse