"I'll take you!"
The moment Mu Chen finished speaking, the sky suddenly darkened. Wu Yue's face instantly turned deathly pale. The giant tree's earlier strike had left him terrified, and he absolutely did not want a repeat performance. Besides, with so many other Emperors escorting them, it was impossible that he'd be punished for showing favoritism. In fact, he hardly felt insulted anymore, so he figured he might as well just lead Mu Chen through the assessment.
As a senior member of the Holy Tomb Mountain's Outer Mountain, Wu Yue was all but certain that the man before him was as talented as, if not more than, the terrifying prodigies of the Inner Mountain—and that was without even considering his vast array of Secret Techniques and Deceit Techniques. He was sure of it: this man was destined to achieve an incredibly high status and gain powerful patrons within Holy Tomb Mountain.
