The dusky gray incense burned bit by bit, and the other young men around him could already barely perform Meridian Techniques.
Meanwhile, Yue Qingli had only managed, with great difficulty, to memorize its contents.
Watching the other nine young men competing alongside him learn it one after another, he grew increasingly anxious.
And the more anxious he became, the more prone he was to mistakes.
"Alright, time is up," said the elder seated at the head, slowly opening his half-closed eyes in an even tone.
The ten students hurriedly stopped their comprehension.
After all, anyone who continued comprehending after the time limit would have their testing qualifications revoked outright.
"Show me the Meridian Techniques you have comprehended."
Upon hearing this, the group exchanged glances.
Battle Intent blazed in their eyes as they all secretly competed against one another.
As he watched them perform the Geng Dao Slash, the elder seated above remained expressionless.
Unless he encountered a prodigy capable of moving him, he had seen far too many young men like these.
When it was Yue Qingli's turn, however, he merely stood where he was, somewhat at a loss.
The elder frowned slightly as he looked at Yue Qingli.
"Teacher, I didn't learn it," Yue Qingli hesitated for a moment before finally saying with difficulty.
"Everyone from the Three-Eyed Demon Race is trash. What gives you the confidence to take the Sacred Academy's test?"
"Maybe he just came to try his luck. It doesn't cost him anything, anyway."
The students around him, who had originally been nervous and eager to find some sense of superiority, began mocking him one after another.
Besides, they had never thought highly of the Three-Eyed Demon Race to begin with.
The elder above was taken aback. Having assessed so many students, he had generally only