It's Not like I'm Short of This!

"June 7."

Early morning.

Haicheng City. The sun was unusually bright.

In the martial arts testing hall, all kinds of staff were already in place.

In the hall, hundreds of examiners from the Xia country's Martial Arts Administration were waiting.

Outside the hall, the various departments of Haicheng City mobilized together to maintain order.

After all, this was an examination that concerned tens of thousands of third-year martial arts students in the city. There was no room for carelessness!

"The weather today is very good!" Chief Zhao Xu of Haicheng City's Martial Arts Department (MAD) had an abnormally solemn expression. "I hope all the candidates in Haicheng City will have good results this year!"

The weather would indeed affect the overall results of a city.

If the weather was good, it would undoubtedly give the candidates participating in the Martial Arts College Entrance Examination a better state.