He changed swiftly into his training suit, the fabric clinging to him like a second skin, designed to channel aura flow without resistance.
When he stepped out, the scale of the simulator hall struck him. Unlike the intimate room at the Jian home, this was vast—an arena of steel and light. Dozens of simulation rooms lined the polished floor, each sealed with reinforced doors.
High above, observation decks stretched like glass balconies, where instructors and officials could watch every candidate's performance, their eyes sharp, their judgment absolute.
Yu Xi moved with quiet composure towards his assigned simulator. Soon , he reached the door and stood in front of it, waiting for the signal to start.
