The moment Zheng Fa stepped onto the plank walkway, he knew this was purely a test of mental state—it even swayed when stepped on!
The swaying was not severe, but the unstable feeling could cause immense unease.
Standing on it, gusts of piercing wind surged face-on, making his clothes flap loudly.
If he looked slightly downward, the valleys ahead seemed endlessly deep.
Participating in a talismanic magic examination in such an environment would make anyone nervous, regardless of whether they had acrophobia or not.
If one also considered the time limit on the plank walkway below one's feet, this examination seemed outrageously tricky—Jiushan Sect must have some truly wicked people!
Zheng Fa took two deep breaths, trying to push the surrounding environment to the back of his mind, focusing his attention on the talismanic diagram on the next level of the plank walkway.
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Zhao Mansion, in Zhang's courtyard.
