Ember? Are you sure you’re really an Ember-type?

In the deathly stillness beyond the drifting light, Jiang Tongguang looked back toward the Association building. Sure enough, the white emblem woven from three layers of secrecy was still hanging high overhead. 

This is fucking Starpivot Isle, all right! It isn’t the Well of the Depths!

For a moment, he almost thought that all it took was a blink for Ji Jue to whisk him off to some Putrefaction Grandmaster Tournament.

No matter how you tried to spin it, there was no way this could pass for the work of some respectable orthodox faction, right? Could the Association even release footage of this exam? The stain on their reputation would be so hard to scrub off that the public relations department would probably start cursing the moment they saw the recording.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The hammer came crashing down again and again. With every blow, the eyes of both...