Auntie Qiuo hurriedly rushed over to help her son up, but Child Prodigy Qiuo heavily shrugged her off, with a glimmer of hope, he looked at Fu Changsheng in midair:
"Immortal Master, was I chosen?"
Fu Changsheng shook his head.
He said lightly:
"Next one."
Upon hearing this, Child Prodigy Qiuo's face instantly turned pale as paper. Since childhood, he had never lost. This was the first time he encountered such a huge setback, and it was in front of everyone, how could he endure it.
At this moment.
He felt that the gazes directed at him by others were filled with mockery.
He suddenly pushed away the hand that Auntie Qiuo reached out again:
"This damn priest, I told you I didn't want to be one, but you insisted on bringing me here, are you satisfied with the result now!"
Saying this.
He ran down the mountain as if fleeing:
"Watch out for the steps."
Auntie Qiuo hurriedly chased after him.
The crowd, upon witnessing this, felt some anxiety.
