In the underground palace illuminated by two rows of oil lamps, Wang Zhifan and a few young warriors who had yet to enter the tower waited for just a minute before the first person to be eliminated appeared.
A young boy in a blue coat suddenly appeared in front of the black tower's bronze door. His face, full of naïveté, was filled with astonishment as he lowered his head to check his legs, as if he couldn't believe they were still intact.
"Young man, unfortunately you did not pass the test, you may now return to the surface and go home."
Standing with arms crossed beside the black tower, Wang Zhifan immediately told the bewildered young boy in blue, announcing his failure.
The boy, who was bowing his head and staring at his legs, was startled by the voice from the side and jumped up. After realizing it was the Martial Venerable speaking, he spoke to Wang Zhifan with a trace of embarrassment, begging:
