"This place is..."
Jiang Ming surveyed his surroundings.
The middle-aged man who had led Jiang Ming here smiled and said, "Young Hero Jiang, you don't think just anyone can enter our Chaofeng Pavilion, do you?"
When Jiang Ming looked again, the middle-aged man had already put on a mask.
It was similar to the iron mask Jiang Ming had seen before.
Except that the white petal on the forehead had changed from one to three.
"Jiang Ming, you can still step back now if you're sure..."
"Do you want to participate in the entry trials?"
The middle-aged man's voice seemed processed somehow, becoming emotionless and carrying a hint of mechanical texture.
But the emotionless voice instead gave a subtle sense of eeriness.
"Of course, I came here precisely to enter Chaofeng Pavilion."
"Good!"
The middle-aged man waved his hand, and Jiang Ming was drawn away by a special force.
Jiang Ming did not resist, and soon found himself in a Martial Arts Practice Field.
