As the sun sank in the west and the torches in the plaza were lit, darkness had already fallen.
The examination was truly over. The youths who had passed the test had been led into Bai Hu Manor one after another by the servants, becoming members of the estate.
However, Wang Lin and Chu Feng still hadn't come out of the tent, which left the big man and the old man feeling inexplicably worried.
After the earlier scene, they both knew that Chu Feng was a cultivator, and thinking back to all the insults they'd heaped on him along the way, they felt a burning sense of shame—yet were also afraid that Chu Feng might harm Wang Lin.
After all, anyone could see that Steward Zhang thought highly of Chu Feng. Otherwise, even if the servants had broken the rules first, Steward Zhang would never have tolerated a commoner laying hands on someone from Bai Hu Manor.
"Uncle Zhao, Uncle Liu." But the moment Wang Lin appeared in their line of sight, their worries finally evaporated.
"Miss, you passed?" The big man stared at the lower-tier servant badge on Wang Lin's chest, overcome with excitement. Getting into Bai Hu Manor meant that the path of martial cultivation would be far smoother ahead.
"Of course. Our Miss has real talent—how could she possibly fail?" The old man grinned happily, genuinely glad for Wang Lin.
Though Wang Lin's family was reasonably well-off, they couldn't compare to Bai Hu Manor. Even the servants of Bai Hu Manor held status and prestige throughout the White Tiger Mountain Range.
That was why every cultivator dreamed of getting into Bai Hu Manor. They wouldn't feel ashamed of being servants—quite the opposite, they'd be proud. It was no different from the disciples of the various sects.
"Wang Lin, looks like this is where we part ways. I should thank you all for giving me a ride, though." Just then, Chu Feng walked over.
"Don't say that—if it weren't for you, how could I have passed the examination today?" Wang Lin said, a little bashful.
"Come on, let's not be so formal. Now that we're all heading into Bai Hu Manor, we might just run into each other again." Chu Feng waved his hand with a smile and turned to leave. Not far away, Steward Zhang was already waiting for him.
But when the old man and the big man caught sight of the servant badge on Chu Feng's chest, they froze in place, their faces blank with shock.
It was a long moment before they snapped back to reality, then blurted out in disbelief: "He was promoted straight to upper-tier servant? That requires at least a Spirit Martial Fourth Level cultivation, doesn't it?"
"Heh." Seeing their reaction, Wang Lin let out a wry smile. "Yeah. That high-grade mystic stone—he shattered it with a single punch. Even Steward Zhang couldn't stop singing his praises."
"I think he'll do really well in Bai Hu Manor. We really judged a book by its cover this time."
Hearing Wang Lin's words, the old man and the big man felt even more mortified. Recalling every insult they'd directed at Chu Feng, they wished they could crawl into a hole and die.
On this continent, strength was everything, and with Chu Feng's talent, once he entered Bai Hu Manor he would undoubtedly soar. Fame and status were only a matter of time.
Their behavior today was tantamount to offending a future prominent figure of the White Tiger Mountain Range. Not only were they ashamed—they were also terrified, afraid that Chu Feng might take his revenge someday.
"Don't worry. He's not the kind of petty person." Seeming to read their thoughts, Wang Lin reassured them.