In the Ming family's martial arts arena, the bluestone slabs were slippery with morning dew.
Ming Benli stood at the end of the line, his palms all sweaty. He could feel the gazes from the direct descendants in front of him - like needles sticking into his back.
"Next, Ming Yutang!"
The young man in brocade clothes stepped forward with his head held high and pressed his hand on the soul-measuring tablet. Green light shot into the sky, and the inscription appeared: "Wind Spirit Root, top grade!
