Lin Xuan's assertiveness took everyone by surprise, and even though those disciples felt indignant, they didn't dare to really start a fight there and then. With a cold snort, they turned away.
Lin Xuan hadn't been there long when the time for the first challenge came. The Ninety-Ninth Rank Stone Platform was enshrouded in mist, becoming hazy. High in the sky, the purple-robed middle-aged man manifested once again. He waved his large sleeve and scattered over a hundred dark lights that sped toward the crowd.
Lin Xuan's hand shot out lightning-fast, catching one of the flying objects. It was a black token, and on it was the number 135. He glanced at Yin Qingyi's token and saw that hers was numbered 134.
He guessed that he must be the one hundred thirty-fifth contestant to have passed the challenge.