The second round of the Martial Arts Examination ended, and the candidates filed out.
Some were joyous, others dejected. Everyone already knew in their hearts how well they had performed and where they stood.
Chen Qing, Luo Qian, Zheng Ziqiao, and the others hurried back to the Zhou Institute.
The moment they stepped through the gates, a heavy, oppressive feeling washed over them. The air itself seemed to have frozen solid.
"Where's Junior Brother Qin?"
Luo Qian's delicate brows furrowed. She was the first to ask, her gaze sweeping over the people in the courtyard. "How is he doing now?"
It wasn't just Luo Qian; the other disciples who had just returned from the Martial Arts Examination also cast questioning glances.
