Ye Shaohua felt all eyes were on her.
Even Fu Xue's were.
When Ye Shaohua placed her hand on the stone slab, Fu Xue's grip tightened.
It seemed she cared about the result more than Ye Shaohua herself did.
As Ye Shaohua put her hand down, the stone quickly lit up with a yellow light, brighter than all the others before her.
The disciple in white furrowed his brow, glanced at Ye Shaohua, then drew a cross next to her name, "Earth Soul talent, next."
Ye Shaohua clearly sensed that the moment she stepped down, the young men and women beside her appeared to be gloating.
The Manager Liu, who had been relatively kind to her, also lost the warmth in his expression.
"Shaohua, don't lose heart, there's still a chance," Fu Xue, now in a change of clothes, came down after accepting everyone's blessings and finally stopped beside Ye Shaohua, "But my senior brother mentioned that the first in the white robes has an opportunity to take on a menial role."