"Green! Another green!"
"The heavens have blessed our sect!"
The disciples were practically glowing with pride.
But a moment later, their smiles stiffened.
HUALA!
A wave of aura spread from the tablet, as a fifth color appeared.
"BLUE!"
"It's a blue-ranked talent!"
Even Elder Nie Jing raised a brow—a historic show of emotion. A rare smile crept across his face, as if someone had finally brought him the perfect cup of tea.
Somewhere in the back, Han Yu perked up.
'Alright, maybe it's not that unrealistic after all,' he thought. 'Son of a divine emperor, here I come.'
Now, becoming a Blue Ranked talent didn't seem as rare to Han Yu as it did before.
"Jui Miao, Blue Ranked talent! You pass!" Elder Nie Jing said with joy.
The boy managed to keep his cool, which was different from all the other children.
"I thank the elder for providing this opportunity," Jui Miao said with gratitude and bowed his head.
