Thud.
The water cup that Guo Zheng was holding, ready to hand over to Xu Lingjun after he finished the exam, fell to the ground, along with any words of comfort that disappeared without a trace.
He stared almost stupefied at Xu Lingjun as he dashed in from one side and out the other.
Dodge?
A real man never avoids any attack... This kid is relying purely on his body to withstand it.
"Hehe, hehe."
He laughed mockingly.
Unexpectedly, the admission standards of the Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion are so high. Even someone like Old Xu is at risk of failing, where did I get the nerve to think I could get into Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion before?
I'd better stick to my Central City Martial Mansion; at least I have an uncle there to look after me.
Gu Xi remained silent.
No one spoke.
The scene was deathly silent...
As the cold wind blew through, the smoke swirling above Xu Lingjun's head swayed like a large burning incense stick.
