The warm sunlight poured over the land.
Countless pairs of eyes at the Myriad Poison Sect's Training Ground were all focused on Ye Chenfeng and Xia Zining. Xia couldn't help but quietly tug at Ye Chenfeng's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Ye Chenfeng, are you skilled in concocting poison? If you can win this disciple selection competition of the Myriad Poison Sect, at least the sect will protect us temporarily, and we can also take this opportunity to consider ways to escape."
Ye Chenfeng shrugged indifferently, and a slight frown creased his brows. It was apparent that the Myriad Poison Sect and the Tianshan Sect were in cahoots; would the Myriad Poison Sect let him stand out easily in the selection exam? The answer was definitely no.
