Many people were deeply disappointed. After all, everyone wanted to witness a miracle. Their aptitude was poor and their talent far from outstanding—could it be that their fortune was the same as well?
Yet reality was always this cruel.
When Yang Chen finally appeared, everyone's eyes turned toward him.
Yang Chen stepped out from the crowd, drawing even more attention. However, compared to Hua Wanru, the circle paying attention to Yang Chen consisted only of Cloud Sky Sect.
People from the other sects did not know much about Yang Chen.
That was perfectly normal. Although Yang Chen had gained a little fame, he had ultimately not reached the feverish level of those top geniuses from the other sects.
Thus, his appearance did not stir the people of the other sects at all. Only some, seeing Cloud Sky Sect's intense reaction, judged that Yang Chen might be far from ordinary.
Yang Chen now stood before the dragon head.
Hu Yuanlong had already put away the phoenix sculpture and bronze mirror.
Yang Chen stretched out his arm and placed it into the dragon head.
He was decisive, without the slightest dragging of his feet.
"I wonder how many stars Yang Chen's fortune can reach."
"Yang Chen's fortune should not be bad, right?"
"Who knows? This does not have an absolute relationship with aptitude. I heard that Tongtian Palace has quite a few geniuses with outstanding aptitude, even extraordinary talent, yet their final fortune tests were rather ordinary."
Many Cloud Sky Sect disciples discussed among themselves.
At that moment, one star suddenly lit up.
Then came the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh stars!
In one breath, it lit up all the way to the seventh star.
Seeing this, the corners of Yang Chen's lips rose.
He would absolutely not lose to