The whole night of cultivation time quickly passed.
At dawn, on the small stone plaza outside the Martial Venerable Hall's gate.
Wang Zhifan found that at this time all of his disciples had already gathered, and he couldn't help but secretly note that the allure of the Black Tower was indeed extraordinary.
But before letting his disciples enter the Black Tower to cultivate, he began the first examination of their cultivation results.
Although the time these youths had been learning from him was only about half a month, the imminent battle forced him to understand their individual progress.
At this moment, on the small plaza in front of the hall, with He Kuang standing at the head of the fifty-one disciples, Wang Zhifan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over these disciples, whose expressions were either anxious or excited, without any fluctuation, as he began to assess their assignments.
"He Kuang."
"Disciple is here!"
