"Originally, we only had half a year to prepare. Now, due to the influence of the Immortal-Ordinary Miasma, the entrance exam for employment has been forced to be postponed. We still don't know when it will be held, but I am already eager to try."
"Ahem." He Zhenghao cleared his throat, his face radiating with an assured confidence.
"Blessings in disguise, blessings in disguise!" The rest of the crowd also repeatedly expressed their feelings of amazement.
"Although you have already taken two rounds of special medicine, regarding the Immortal-Ordinary Miasma, you must not be careless," Ji Shaoli solemnly reminded them at this moment.
"A rather sensational event recently took place. In our Misthaven Ocean, a cultivator named Wen Yue, relying on his purported immunity from having been infected by the Immortal-Ordinary Miasma, wanted to test whether the miasma in a mortal's body still affected him."
