The top scorer in the preliminary competition would receive three thousand trial points. Ye Xuan had no interest in empty fame; it was these points that he cared about.
"Kid, come with me for a moment."
Just as Ye Xuan was basking in the worshipful and astonished gazes of those around him, Yu beckoned him over, indicating she wanted a word.
Regarding the enigmatic Yu, Ye Xuan did not dare neglect her, and obediently followed her.
Once they were in a private chamber, Yu finally looked at Ye Xuan and revealed a charming smile, saying, "Ye Xuan, are you interested in joining the Heavenly Martial Holy Land and becoming a disciple of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land?"
Yu was very direct, extending an olive branch to Ye Xuan straight away.
"Heavenly Martial Holy Land?"
