Everyone was chatting amongst themselves.
Suddenly, the white light of the Restriction at the entrance flashed again, and another figure was teleported out.
It was the Chief of Liufeng Courtyard, Fang Muye!
He simply couldn't comprehend the Cultivation Technique on the mural, no matter how hard he tried.
And the two-hour time limit was fast approaching.
He had no choice but to brace himself and step forward.
His Fist Technique wasn't as completely disorganized as Wang Zhenhai's or Qing Ling's, but it was still a far cry from the required standard!
The thought of how far he lagged behind Jiang Che...
He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with resentment, humiliation, and a trace of undisguised bewilderment.
Suddenly, he realized that everyone seemed to be looking at him!
He could feel pity in those gazes, along with schadenfreude and confusion...
He didn't even dare to look up at the high platform, at the grim, stone-faced expression of his own Dean, Feng Zhuyun.
