Outside the martial hall.
"This is... the disciples of Canglang Martial Hall. What are they going to do?" someone asked in confusion when he saw Wang Jin leading a crowd of martial hall disciples filing out through the main gate.
"What else could they be doing? Naturally, they're going to take part in the Patrol Office's assessment!" someone beside him immediately explained.
"I'm so jealous of them! If they pass the assessment, they'll become officials!" someone nearby said, envy showing on his face.
"..."
For a time, the sound of discussion rose without end.
"Junior brother Jiang, are you confident later?" Li Qing shifted her steps and came to Jiang Ning's side, asking softly.
Smelling the faint, delicate feminine fragrance drifting to his nose, Jiang Ning's heart could not help but tremble.
Sensing his body's instinctive change, Jiang Ning gave a self-mocking laugh in his heart.
Sure enough, martial practitioners were young and strong, their Blood Qi abundant; it really was hard to keep a grip on oneself!
Then he quietly shifted his feet, putting a little distance between himself and Li Qing.
Because when he thought of the scent from that day when Li Qing had raised her leg, it made him feel a little dizzy.
Then he lowered his voice and said to Li Qing, "Naturally, I have confidence!"
"Junior brother Jiang really is arrogant!" Zhao Hu at the side spoke up mockingly. "Even I don't dare say I'm certain I can pass the assessment, yet junior brother Jiang has only studied martial arts for a mere two or three months, and already dares to spout wild words."
Seeing Zhao Hu glaring fiercely at him, Jiang Ning felt helpless.
There was no need to guess. It was clearly because Li Qing had just drawn close to him and