Why had he come back so quickly? The old man looked at Ye Zhiqiu in confusion. Hadn't I left first?
"Mentor, we can go in now, right?" Ye Zhiqiu said with a smile.
"Fine." The old man looked rather disgruntled. He glanced at Dai Mubai and said, "Mubai, take them straight to the fourth test."
Dai Mubai nodded and looked at Ye Zhiqiu and the others. "Follow me."
"Wait, why can they go straight to the fourth test while we have to start from the second?"
At that moment, some of the unaffiliated students who had passed the first test voiced their dissatisfaction. They were all twelve-year-old Soul Grand Masters in their twenties—why were they being treated differently? "That's right, we don't accept this."
"We want to go to the fourth test too."
Seven or eight unaffiliated students who had passed the first test began clamoring.
"Quiet." The old man gave a soft shout. At the same time, an iron staff covered in dense black patterns appeared in his hand. He slammed one end heavily into the ground. After a deafening CLANG, a faint ripple swept outward, pressing even the grass flat against the ground.
The crowd fell silent at once.
"If your Soul Power exceeds level 25 by the age of twelve, then you can go straight to the fourth test as well. Otherwise, stay quiet and wait for your assessment." The old man's imposing aura thoroughly startled the young students.
Dai Mubai gave a disdainful smile. "Let's go. Ignore them. There are always so many people who overestimate themselves." As he spoke, Dai Mubai cast a meaningful glance at Tang San and Xiao Wu.
Ye Zhiqiu narrowed his eyes as he watched Dai Mubai lead the way ahead of them. This money-losing tiger, the leader of the Shrek