The assessment time was approaching, and many people were walking out from the depths of the mountains, more than a hundred thousand in number. There were only about a thousand assessment tokens available, with many hidden in the dens of fierce beasts or in other concealed places that had not been found. It was estimated that only about seven to eight hundred tokens had been discovered.
One could imagine how many people had failed to obtain a token.
Many people walked out with their heads hanging low, only hoping that next year they might pass the assessment and deciding to let it go for this year.
"Look, isn't that Sikong Mo?".
Many people muttered, pointing at Sikong Mo.
"Pfft, no way? Is that really Sikong Mo?".
Someone laughed out loud.
Sikong Mo had a big bump on his forehead and a footprint on his face, obviously having been beaten up brutally, looking utterly wretched.
