Inside the Main Hall.
Chu Xingchen sat in the seat of honor. Around twenty people stood before him.
The illusion formation Li Yingling had designed was actually quite good, and it had indeed weeded out most of those with crooked intentions.
It seemed Li Yingling really had put a great deal of effort into it.
Had he known, he would have kept another test or two as appropriate. In any case, he certainly could not follow the entire plan Li Yingling had submitted.
Never mind how much of her own agenda she had slipped into it; even following the procedures would take a month.
Chu Xingchen did not have that much energy to spend on this.
His gaze swept over everyone standing in the Main Hall. One or two fish had slipped through the net. He would find some random fault with them later and clear them out.
After checking the head count, Li Yingling said quietly, "Master, there's only one person who hasn't arrived yet."
Chu Xingchen shook his head lightly to show he did not mind:
"It's fine. Your master has at least this much patience. It's only a little wait."
Li Yingling believed that. Her master did have breadth of mind.
Before long, Zhao Wanqing came walking in with another neatly dressed young man.
Chu Xingchen raised his eyes as the young man stepped into the Main Hall.
The young man had only just bowed with his hands clasped and had yet to straighten up.
Chu Xingchen's calm, unruffled voice rang out. "You've been eliminated. You may go home now."
The young man looked up in astonishment and asked incredulously, "May I ask why, Immortal?"
"Because you were the last to arrive. What do you think an opportunity is?" Chu Xingchen's gaze was calm, yet carried an