When Fang Xuan returned, he was met with a furious tirade from Seventh Uncle Fang.
In truth, everyone knew that while Fang Xuan's aptitude was decent, he couldn't be compared to a prodigy like Fang Yang.
But now, the issue was no longer his level of aptitude. It was that Fang Xuan simply hadn't honed his combat skills properly!
"Uncle, please stop! Look, Bro's trial is starting," Fang Xuan said, hastily changing the subject as sweat poured down his back.
In the distance, one hundred Trialists took the field. They surrounded ten pillars of light, each one displaying their Divine Techniques.
The mystical forest instantly grew lively again.
Amidst this incredibly fierce environment, one figure seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll, looking utterly out of place.
This figure was none other than Fang Yang!
Right now, Fang Yang was unhurriedly walking toward the nearest pillar of light.
As he advanced, one Trialist after another took notice of him.
