A bloodline that could breathe on its own was a sign of evolution.
Chu Lingguang had always felt his Bloodline Level could reach the Mid-rank, Lower Grade, but deep down, he wasn't very confident.
Now that he could feel his bloodline breathing on its own, he was one hundred percent certain that his Bloodline Level was at least Mid-rank, Lower Grade.
The Trial Ground's system was harsh and competition was fierce, but a Mid-rank, Lower Grade bloodline was enough to place him near the top. At the very least, he wouldn't have to worry about being eliminated.
That day came very quickly.
Everyone was summoned to gather at the Martial Arts Arena once again.
Yun Hong, the goat-bearded elder, and several other teachers from the Trial Ground were inspecting everyone's Bloodline Level one by one.
Among the four tiers of talent—A, B, C, and D—Mid-rank, Lower Grade bloodlines only began to appear at A Class.
"Zhao Rushuang, Mid-rank, Middle Grade."
The goat-bearded elder announced.
