Inside the Trial Hall, the chief examiner watched the time, pacing back and forth in anguish.
The information relayed by the Illusion Room still showed that Number 4 was in the second stage's scenario.
Only two minutes remained.
If he had not left the second stage by then, he would be teleported straight out of the Illusion Room, which would mean he had failed the assessment.
"What on earth is taking him so long?!"
He was frantic.
But just as his anxiety peaked, the wall on one side of the hall suddenly began to ripple like the surface of water.
The chief examiner frowned at his subordinate, who hurried in from outside, and said:
"What is it? Don't you know the rules? During an Illusion Room assessment, no one except the chief examiner and the candidates may enter without permission!"
The guard glanced at the candidates nearby.
Then he quickly approached the chief examiner and whispered a few words into his ear.
The chief examiner's expression changed instantly.
An Eight-Rank Veteran?!
How was that possible?
"Quick! Show the senior in!"
He immediately hurried forward to welcome him.
There were fewer than twenty figures of that stature in the entire City of Night. What could possibly have brought someone like him here?!
After all,
only when an exceptionally difficult incident arose somewhere in the Dark World would the Matriarch consider deploying them.
At other times, they were all but impossible to find.
Never mind meeting one.
Some Night Doctors would never encounter a Meritorious Figure of rank eight or higher in their entire lives.
"Instructor, has something happened?"
The candidates asked, their faces filled with bewilderment.
The chief examiner straightened his back and said solemnly, "An important figure has arrived. All of you had better show him proper respect. He is