บท 1677: Stop? Continue!

The middle-aged refining master's face stiffened for a moment. Then he smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, you're really not nervous. You can still joke at a time like this."

He pointed to the stone platform ahead. "Generally speaking, many people stutter when they come to this place."

The stone platform ahead was no taller than three feet and had a radius of about 10 feet.

On the green stone platform, there was a long wooden platform, surrounded by a total of nine large chairs.

At this moment, the wooden chairs were all empty.

There were also several young people in robes standing beside the stone platform, looking nervous, some with flushed faces, some pale.

Two of them were clenching their fists tightly, trembling so much that even their legs wouldn't obey.

"The Refining Master certification trial begins."

As the voice sounded, three shadows descended on those nine wooden chairs.