"Next, Qin Baoluo."
Hearing the silver-haired elder's voice, Qin Baoluo immediately became nervous.
He clutched a large roasted chicken leg in one hand and chewed faster as he trotted forward. Combined with his round and chubby build, his appearance looked somewhat comical, drawing even more attention from the crowd.
"Hahahaha. Look at that sloppy little fatty."
"As expected of someone from a small place like the Southern Martial Domain. Even his behavior is embarrassing."
"How can such a person represent the Southern Martial Domain in the assessment? Being tested alongside him is truly humiliating."
Seeing Qin Baoluo's appearance, many people in the crowd immediately burst into laughter.
"Damn them."
The mockery made Qin Baoluo's face flush red with anger, but he did not dare argue with the crowd. In the end, he could only suppress his frustration and place his hand on the Spirit Talent Pillar.
Swoosh.
