As for the first two sorts, they probably felt they could still salvage their chances, so they stayed on the arena platform, unwilling to leave, intending to advance to the next round and give it another shot.
At last, the allotted time was up.
Even those who had not finished engraving were forced to stop, and their formation disks were clearly counted as failures.
Su Jiu noticed one person who completed his final stroke almost exactly as time ran out.
At that, Su Jiu could not help giving him a few extra looks.
He wore the robes of the Azure Tide Sect, with an ordinary face and an exceedingly bland expression.
Su Jiu studied him again and again, feeling an intense sense that something was out of place.
At moments like these, Su Jiu could not help lamenting the Pupil Art she could no longer use.
Now that she had lost it, things really were far too inconvenient.
Just then, the man on the platform seemed to sense Su Jiu's gaze and looked in her direction.
Their eyes met, and Su Jiu's pupils abruptly contracted.
Su Jiu received a Secret Voice Transmission. "It's me."
Yes, the man on the platform was none other than the Junior Granduncle Su Jiu had been searching everywhere for.
She was not surprised that her Junior Granduncle had the robes of an Outer Gate disciple of the Azure Tide Sect. After all, both of them had spent time in its Outer Gate. And the Azure Tide Sect in this world wore exactly the same robes as their own, which was why he had aroused no suspicion.
But was he not afraid that the other Azure Tide Sect disciples would realize they did not recognize him?
Su Jiu carefully checked the reactions of the Azure Tide