Xu Yi felt that personal honor and disgrace were trivial. If he mishandled this matter, he would have let the Southern Pole Sect down badly. With that basic judgment in mind, he felt at ease. Even if his offering here failed, he could send word back to the Southern Pole Sect. He refused to believe the sect master couldn't get in touch with Martial Uncle Ji. One way or another, the process could be seen through.
Of course, he was also pondering the Yun Jing Immortal Palace's intentions. It was clear that those who had passed the first test and successfully entered the hall were the real victors, not the people the brocade-robed middle-aged man had called too clever for their own good. If they really had been too clever for their own good, they wouldn't have been ushered into the hall. They would have been sent away outright.
These people had succeeded, so those who hadn't entered the hall were naturally failures. What Xu Yi couldn't understand was why the brocade-robed middle-aged man had gone to all that trouble. Was he really planning to eliminate everyone? Perhaps he'd see the outcome tomorrow.
As it turned out, Xu Yi had been thinking too far ahead. The outcome came soon enough. He had rested for less than half an incense stick at Tian Run Courtyard when the slant-browed Yellow Turban Strongman from earlier came to summon him. Before long, he was back in the Immortal Welcoming Hall, where only seven people remained. Xu Yi thought to himself that there were plenty of clever people after all.
"Hahaha, not bad. This batch of candidates is excellent. Eight of you passed the test. Congratulations." The brocade-robed middle-aged man entered with a hearty laugh and pointed at them. "You're lucky. My Yun Jing Palace