As Ryan stepped forward, the noise only grew louder. Wushuang Square instantly turned into a boiling pot, buzzing like a crowded marketplace.
Even the four young geniuses standing beside Ryan wore unsightly expressions.
Being granted an exemption meant recognition. It meant their strength had been acknowledged by Western Mansion itself.
But now—
A so-called "waste" was standing shoulder to shoulder with them.
What did that make them?
Didn't that imply they were being placed on the same level as him?
Their faces darkened, yet none of them dared to speak. On the high platform, Examiner Wang Zongyao still stood there calmly, his gaze sharp and commanding.
Who would dare openly question the examiner?
On the high platform, several family heads exchanged glances, their expressions complicated. Though none voiced their objections, dissatisfaction was clearly written across their faces.
The spectators were far less restrained.
