Yang Qi had passed all of the tests, and was now going to take the final interview.

This was the most difficult part of the exam. The proctors were all-important Greater Gods tasked with assessing the examinees’ cultivation base and fighting ability. It was a common thing for people to fail at this point. After all, everything before the interview was designed to automatically weed people out, ensuring that the proctors didn’t need to pay much attention to those aspects.

As he walked into the examination hall, Yang Qi thought, ‘I wonder who’ll be interviewing me. Don’t tell me it's going to be that Exalted Celestial Silver-Dagger. He hates me down to his bones. Not that I care. As long as I perform well, it won’t matter how much melodrama he tries to stir up.’

Upon entering the hall, he saw a young man with white hair, a beautiful woman with flaming red hair, and Exalted Celestial Silver-Dagger.

There were three proctors.

“White-Haired Boxer King,” Yang Qi said, nodding in greeting. “I never would’ve guessed that you’d be one of my proctors.”

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