A group of students stood outside the Assessment Hall gate, numbering in the hundreds.
"Zhang Han," someone called to Chu Hao.
It was September, she was here too, and upon seeing Chu Hao, she waved vigorously.
Today, she overturned her usual shabby image, seemingly dressed up a bit, with a shapely waist and hips, long legs, hair tied up, a refreshing and neat face, and crystal-clear tender lips, unforgettable at a glance.
Actually, she was quite pretty, not sure why she used to be so untidy.
September walked over, nervously saying, "So many people."
Chu Hao smiled and said, "Indeed, there are a lot."
September pulled a face, saying, "I just heard everyone saying that the older you are, the more difficult the assessment is. I'm twenty-three, doesn't that mean I have to meet the standards of the Yellow-robed Students?"
A different age, a different assessment? That's rather fair.
Not far away, someone said, "Young Master Wen from the Thirteenth Branch has arrived."
