Seated under the shade of a tree on the ground floor exam hall, Lin Xingjie had nothing in her hands except for two pens clipped to her shirt pocket.
To an onlooker, she might have appeared to be one of those lost in thought, yet the impression she gave was entirely different.
Some enter the duel arena without a weapon, and onlookers would mock them as fools; but others ascend the ring unarmed, only to highlight their grandmaster's demeanor with profound depth and towering strength, exuding an effortless grace with their bare hands...
"No, don't fall—It's over!"
A girl checking the tools in her pencil case suddenly let out a scream. She quickly crawled to the railing, attracting the attention of several students nearby.
The admission ticket, initially placed on the table by the girl, was blown by the wind, fluttering and flying up, landing on a protruding platform between two floors.
