As he looked at Wu Changkong standing there in silence, a rare trace of conflicting emotions crossed Li Qingyue's face, but he merely smiled.
Li Qingyue's expression was exceptionally calm, composed even.
Their gazes met. Wu Changkong gave him a long, searching look, then stepped forward.
The group followed closely behind Wu Changkong.
They entered the Tang Sect, and as the sound of a card being swiped rang out, they heard, "Little Changkong of Eastsea."
Yet none of the students smiled as the group headed inside.
Just inside, a massive machine stood quietly in place. Looking at it, Wu Changkong pointed.
"Prick your fingers. We need a drop of blood from each of you. Once you put your blood on it, you can enter."
Wu Changkong spoke earnestly. After finishing, he even stepped forward first, cut his finger, and let a drop of his blood fall into it.
As his blood landed, the red light beside it lit up.
Wu Changkong exhaled softly, then stepped back.
Under his watchful gaze, Li Qingyue was the first to step forward.
He likewise dripped blood from his finger into it and watched the red light come on.
Wu Changkong looked deeply at Li Qingyue without saying a word.
Then the others tried one by one. Once everyone had passed, the group went inside.
"Please activate their entry exam. I'd like to see what they're capable of."
Wu Changkong's voice was calm, and as his words fell, a door slowly opened.
The group followed him through the doorway and walked a long way, then space folded slightly.
They entered an entirely different space.
At this spatial folding technology, the students' eyes filled with amazement.
Only Wu Changkong remained relatively composed.
He looked at them, his expression abruptly turning serious.
"This is the Tang Sect.