"Hello?"
"What is it?"
"How did it go?"
"Everything's normal."
"..."
"???"
"I mean... how did Jing Heng's entrance assessment go?"
"99 points."
"What? Did you dock a point because you were afraid he'd get cocky?"
Ya Li leaned against the kitchen window, her communicator wedged between her ear and shoulder, a dishcloth still in her hand.
She smiled.
"It wasn't deducted. He only managed 801 kilograms in the strength test, barely passing. He got full marks in every other category."
Yun Ming fell silent for a moment. "His strength still isn't enough... Wait, how did barely passing add up to 99 points?"
"He isn't a strength-type Soul Master."
Ya Li dried the bowl and placed it in the cabinet. "He finished the speed test in 0.8 seconds, much faster than you were back then."
"As for why he got 99 points, I suggest asking Yue'er instead of me."
Yun Ming fell silent again. "If I remember correctly, the speed test... Yue'er set up the Six-Path Guillotine Gate?"
"Mm."
"...0.8 seconds?"
"Mm."
Ya Li shut the cabinet and walked over to sit in the living room. "He didn't even use his martial soul. He shot through in an instant. Yue'er said the guillotines hadn't even reacted before he reached the finish line."
Yun Ming said nothing.
Ya Li could imagine his expression right now. He wanted to smile, but felt he shouldn't look too pleased, so he was trying to hold it back.
After waiting a while, she heard Yun Ming's voice through the communicator.
"What about the other tests?"
"Cai Yue'er added an extra test at the last minute. She had him fight five second-year Outer Court students with three rings by himself."
"He won?"
"Of course."
"No, wait. How did he win a one-against-five?"
"There's a recording. I'll