Shunya adjusted his collar for the fifth time.
It still felt weird wearing a uniform. The grey jacket with a small silver emblem on the sleeve made him look… somewhat official. Like he belonged. Except he did n't feel like that at all.
The examination hall was way bigger than he imagined.
There were hundreds of seats lined up like a battlefield of desks. Rows upon rows of young cultivators sat quietly, heads bowed, all with sharp eyes and focused auras. Some wore robes. Others wore armor. One guy in the back looked like he had just come from a funeral. Or was attending one.
Shunya swallowed nervously.
"I don't think I'm ready," he muttered.
The system pinged calmly in his head.
[SYSTEM INFO DUMP LOADING...]
"Welcome to the N.C.G.O. Basic Cultivation Exam! Remember, this exam determines your eligibility to operate within cultivation society. Failing will result in embarrassment, emotional damage, and possibly minor exile. Good luck!"
"Wait. Exile?!"
[Joking. Probably.]
