The sudden remark left everyone nearby stunned.
They turned to see a handsome, slender young man walking over, cursing under his breath. He was soaked through and looked thoroughly bedraggled.
They exchanged amused glances, and some even looked openly mocking.
Mist often shrouded the Pill Sect. Those who had been there for a long time were hardly affected by it, while even newcomers could take a Sharp Sight Pill to sharpen their vision.
All they could say was that this young man was a clueless idiot.
Mei Yuxiang and Jiang Yanhao glanced at Jun Wangchen, then immediately looked away.
A nobody like him was not worth their attention.
Steward Li glowered at the latecomer, Jun Wangchen, his stern face full of displeasure.
Only Mu Fengzheng's eyes gleamed. With a faint smile and a sweep of his sleeve, he said, "All newcomers participating in this year's outer disciple promotion assessment, please listen. There will be two rounds. The first will test your Martial Dao. Please draw lots from Steward Li. Those with matching numbers will be paired for combat."
"Outer disciples will also participate in the Martial Dao assessment. Each lot you draw corresponds to one of them."
At those words, all the newcomers were dumbfounded.
"How is that fair? Our senior brothers and sisters are much stronger than we are. Isn't that just bullying?"
"Exactly! We're not that skilled in the Martial Dao to begin with."
"With rules like that, we won't have any chance of becoming Outer Disciples!"
Complaints rose one after another, filling the mountaintop with the newcomers' protests.
"Silence!" Steward Li's gaze turned icy as he shouted.
The entire crowd instantly fell quiet.
Steward Li swept his gaze over them and said gravely, "The Martial Dao assessment is not decided by victory or defeat. The judges