The night at Taihu was dimly lit by starlight.
For the first time, Lu Chenzhou observed up close the Suppressing Void Field, towering a hundred meters high and about three hundred meters in diameter. Water-like ripples flowed endlessly across the blue screen, and an indescribable sound echoed in his mind—like chanting, like roaring—leaving him restless and uneasy.
Three hundred trialists lined up in a long queue, entering one by one. Unknowingly, Dragon City's team ended up at the end under Lu Chenzhou's lead, slowly waiting their turn.
Fang Xue looked at Lu Chenzhou and smiled:
"Brother Lu, nervous?"
"A little."
The fear of the unknown is deeply imprinted in the human bloodline.
"Brother Lu, you should be at Middle Realm strength by now, right?"
"Just about."
A flicker of surprise flashed in Fang Xue's beautiful eyes.
