Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, six or seven days had passed.
Yuelai Inn remained packed with people, its bustle reaching a boiling roar.
In a corner, Chen Qing sat alone before a plate of stir-fried vegetables, a braised fish, and two large bowls of rice.
He pondered to himself: Six or seven days have passed. It seems the first round of selection has already slipped through my fingers.
Still, there were more rounds to come.
After asking around in many places, Chen Qing had learned that his qualifications were not bad. Aside from his slightly inferior bone structure, his bone age, strength, and comprehension all ranked above average among those of his generation seeking a master.
"Brother Chen!"
A young man hurried over and asked in a low voice, "Have you heard anything?"
Chen Qing shook his head. "Not yet."
The newcomer was named Yang Zhicheng. He came from Muyang County, and his uncle had once been a disciple of the Wutai Sect's Lihuo Institute.
Great hopes had been placed on Yang Zhicheng since childhood. After advancing to Transformation Force, he had come here with a token and a Letter of Recommendation to try his luck.
Yang Zhicheng frowned slightly. "I heard that Yu Manwen and Zhang Cheng both made it. The Gengjin Institute and Kuntu Institute each took one person."
Chen Qing's hand paused, then he said, "Don't worry. There are still opportunities after the Cross Review."
Over the past few days, he had already figured out some of the workings.
The so-called Cross Review involved randomly dividing a stack of rosters into five portions and distributing them to the heads of the five institutes.
If a candidate was not selected, their roster would continue circulating at random. Those still without a place after