Seven o'clock in the evening.
The sky remained dark, as if the sun of this world had not yet learned to keep regular hours.
The more than four hundred second-year students participating in the trial set off from various corners of the trial ground, eventually gathering in a newly leveled small square.
Zheng Qing saw Matthew Karen, whose face was blue. In just a few days, he seemed to have grown thinner, as if a gust of wind could blow him away; and Nicholas, who this time bravely stood next to Liu Fei Fei in front of everyone, unabashedly putting an arm around her shoulder. Zheng Qing noticed a few cracks on the ruby of the ring on his hand.
