Mu Fusheng looked down at the rope tied around his waist, his face as dark as ink.
Thankfully, the jade pendant and the techniques his master gave him to shield his aura were effective; otherwise, he'd really have been screwed by that old bastard.
Thinking of this, Mu Fusheng couldn't help but turn back to glance at the aghast elder. He mocked, "They weren't wrong—that my talent is indeed too low. I just didn't want to embarrass myself by accepting the trial so early."
The elder's brows furrowed slightly. In this entire ancient ruin, everyone's every move fell under his watchful gaze.
Mu Fusheng was naturally no exception.
Though Mu Fusheng strived not to make a move unless absolutely necessary in this trial, and whenever he did, he skillfully concealed his strength.
