Zhang Rongfang remained silent, looking at the temple shrouded in mist before him.
"You all!" Qingsu's temper flared, and she was about to step forward.
But Zhang Rongfang reached out to stop her.
"What kind of test?"
There was a moment of silence from the temple.
"It's very simple," the first voice continued.
"The test is divided into three steps."
"First, inside the temple, there is a stone incense burner with eighteen sticks of incense inserted in it.
Our Golden Wing Pavilion prioritizes speed in body techniques. If you, sir, can extinguish all the incense tips in one go within a single breath, it counts as passing."
Zhang Rongfang didn't look at the indignant Qingsu but instead stepped into the temple.
He walked through a rectangular stone gate into a large courtyard overgrown with weeds and covered in moss.
On the plaza, all around were dilapidated temple buildings.
