At last, after another half day, the disciples of the Seventh Branch returned one after another.
Some returned sighing, others with faces clouded in misery, leaving Mo Kun in an extremely foul mood. After the final tally, more than two hundred disciples had come, yet only a little over eighty had passed the aptitude test. All the rest had failed the examination, unable to pass the aptitude assessment.
It was clear from this that the Profound Dao Sect had raised the difficulty of its aptitude testing considerably.
"Looks like the Profound Dao Sect places great importance on this Selection Competition," Yang Chen murmured.
If they did not value it, they would never have made such a choice.
Perhaps because he understood this as well, although Mo Kun was deeply frustrated, he said little. He merely waved his hand and led everyone back.
On the way back, Yang Chen asked around. To his great surprise, Zhang He had passed the aptitude assessment steadily and obtained a six-star aptitude rating.
This left Yang Chen utterly astonished. Compared to the other disciples of the branch, Zhang He's strength could hardly be considered impressive. But upon thinking it over carefully, he understood. Judging aptitude solely by strength was not reliable.
Take Zhou Tang and Lin Zhuifeng, for example. Both were far stronger than Zhang He, yet they had both failed in the end, receiving only four-star aptitude ratings. Even now, they could not lift their heads.
Before joining the branch, the two of them had both come from quite well-off families, so the resources they received had been abundant. Zhang He was different. He had been without father or mother since childhood, so naturally, he had been destitute when it came to resources.
Besides that, what relieved Yang Chen was that no one else