Once Wang Bingbing entered the training room, the door closed behind her.
The interior of the room was extremely simple and empty. Other than a metallic human-shaped dummy standing in the middle of the room, there was nothing else.
Standing by the wall were three individuals—two men and one woman.
"Hello, can we have your name, faction, and current cultivation base?" the woman asked.
"Wang Bingbing from the Demon Sealing Faction. 7th level Spirit Grandmaster."
The woman nodded and said, "Thank you, Miss Wang. We will be the ones evaluating whether your martial techniques are safe enough for your upcoming Faction War. What weapon do you use?"
"A sword."
One of the men pulled a wooden sword out of thin air and tossed it at her.
