"Bang!"
The small door at the end of the room was heavily pushed open.
The teaching assistant bent over, squeezing back into the narrow room with heavy footsteps.
"No whispering!"
Upon returning to the room, Hilda immediately noticed the slightly chaotic scene and yelled loudly, "Each card has a different spell and each person's perception is different... This is just the beginning of this trial session, don't drag others into the ditch."
This remark was quite cutting.
Zheng Qing smirked and sat back in his seat, trying to block out the noise at his ears. He carefully touched the edges of the trial card's protrusions, silently chanting 'Sky's Manifest Thoughts' in his heart, trying to squeeze out more knowledge from the card.
This made him randomly think of a phrase—knowledge is like water in a sponge, squeeze it and there's always some.
