While Hei Xinjiu was suffering, another group of disciples came forward to examine the sword embryo’s grade.
Most of them were low-grade black grade, while a few were middle-grade black grade. Elder Huo’s initial anticipation had turned into disinterest. It seemed that this group of disciples had average aptitudes.
At this moment, it was Yun Qinger’s turn.
She walked in front of elder Huo confidently. After bowing, she struck out a streak of sword qi at the long stone. A treasured sword the size of two peanuts immediately appeared in the mirror.
Elder Huo finally revealed a smile. “High-grade black grade, not bad. Work hard and strive to enter the inner sect as soon as possible.”
Yun Qinger suppressed the pride in her heart and nodded in agreement. She then turned around and returned to her seat.