Everyone's gaze turned to Wang Bo.
"Oh? What is it, Disciple?"
Shen Qianlian looked at Wang Bo and asked.
Of course, he knew Who Is This Person was. Wang Bo was one of the few people worthy of special attention.
Wang Bo cupped his fists and said, "This disciple does not understand. Over the past month or so, this disciple has neither engaged in trouble making nor plotted against anyone. Every day, this disciple worked diligently and conscientiously, sincerely doing even the smallest tasks for everyone in the village. This disciple even carried dung before. Just that alone—I believe fewer than five of all the disciples have ever done it! So this disciple does not understand. Why has this disciple not received even a single point of bonus? Could it be that this disciple's character is poor?"
Carrying dung—just think about it. Everyone present was a martial artist, and compared to Ordinary Martial Artists, they could be considered minor geniuses. Who would do something like that? Wang Bo had deliberately taken on such filthy work because he knew it could demonstrate his character.
And yet... he had not gained a single point?
"What? He did even that and didn't get a single point? That doesn't seem right, does it?"
"I Said it before—the so-called points are actually controlled by the sect. No matter how hard you work, the sect can give you however many points it wants. Whoever the sect wants to have high scores will have high scores."
"Isn't that too shady? Then why even come for the fourth round assessment?"
"..."
Some people whispered among themselves.
"Mm."
Shen Qianlian Nodded.
"You Are Right! Naturally, this Sect Master has seen everything you mentioned."
Wang Bo grew even more confident in his Inner Heart.
"So this disciple wishes to ask: