Ye Qi rubbed his beard, chuckling happily.
"Uncle, it's the 'Black Knight'."
Ye Donghai tried to make his voice steadier.
"Too bad, it's not an active awakening."
"If it were, your potential could have been even greater."
Ye Qi shook his head, "With such aptitude, the probability of passing the trials is about 30 percent."
"Keep going, don't disgrace the surname of Ye."
"Yes!"
Ye Donghai nodded vigorously and took a step back.
"The second one, girl, you go next."
Upon Ye Qi's glance, Ye Youxing obediently stepped forward and positioned herself in front of the crystal ball.
"Ye Youxing... Above average... Above average... Excellent..."
"I seem to remember you, the thirteenth generation descendant of the Young Dragon, weren't you?"
"Uncie, it's the fourteenth generation!"
Ye Youxing smiled sweetly, not flinching at all as a cut suddenly formed on her wrist.
A droplet of blood dropped, surged into the crystal ball, and quickly solidified into the shape of a wand.
