Chen Ziyu didn't take Mu Hanyan's indifferent attitude to heart, as Mu Hanyan had always been this way towards him. Yet, even so, his feelings for her had never changed.
The selection soon began. An elder with white hair and beard waved his large hand, and all the disciples participating in the selection found an extra piece of paper in their hands, or more precisely, a talisman paper. The crowd looked at their talisman paper in wonder, as the paper in their hands bore writing, while those in others' hands were blank.
"Answer the question on your paper. Don't bother looking around, as everyone can only see the question on their own talisman paper. Once answered, crush it. Those who pass the preliminary round will have a white glow and can proceed to the second round of selection by climbing this staircase." The elder's voice reached everyone's ears.
