After Chen Ming entered the grand hall, he found it unexpectedly spacious, roughly several thousand square meters, square in shape.
Inside the hall stood nine columns that required several people to encircle, with a staircase at the center leading to the upper floor.
The people who came in earlier had dispersed and gathered around the columns to look at something. After he entered, they just glanced at him and paid no further attention.
"Congratulations, young master."
An old man with a white beard in gray clothing stood by the door and handed him a wooden token, "In five days, bring this token to participate in the martial assessment."
Chen Ming respectfully accepted it, "Thank you, elder."
They just give out a token without even asking for a name. Aren't they afraid I'll give the token to someone else?
He shook his head secretly, thinking the event was too poorly managed.
