Yu Gan's sudden pause made Yu Jing slightly tense. After all, the grudge between Yu Gan and the Yu family could not be ignored.
"'Slaughter God bloodline'—a rare bloodline that hasn't appeared in the Yu family for several generations. To think it would appear in a young girl like you. But your strength is still very weak. I don't know what Yu Jun is thinking. If I were the family head, I'd bring out everything the family had to nurture you. Keep working hard. Though with your current strength, it'll be difficult for you to enter the Ten Elites."
Yu Gan was merely offering a brief evaluation. He had no intention of harming Yu Xiaoxiao.
"...Thank you, Uncle."
In a somewhat tender voice, Zhan Ling tugged at Yu Gan's arm and said, "Brother Gan, why scare a little girl? She's your beloved disciple's future wife."
Yu Gan placed a palm on Yu Xiaoxiao's shoulder.
"Do you want to learn true assassination techniques? If you do, have Yu Jing bring you here next time... Zhan Ling, let's go."
When his palm moved away, Yu Xiaoxiao couldn't help shivering, as though she had returned to reality from an abyss of slaughter.
"Xiaoxiao, are you all right?"
"I'm fine... Uncle isn't as terrifying as they say. He seems like a meticulous elder."
"Yeah. Master won't do anything to you."
Watching Yu Gan leave, Yu Jing smiled and muttered, "Master has completely transformed. After being locked underground for more than thirty years, his depressed heart has been completely liberated. He's no longer fixated on destroying the Yu family and has turned his sights toward farther horizons... I wonder what level Master can reach now."
Yu Jing led Yu Xiaoxiao to the front of the venue.
The preliminary assessment was not a one-on-one elimination tournament.