Outside the holy hall, Miao Yang and the other elders in the clan waited quietly. Their gazes were all on the holy hall.
The bright sunlight landed on the roof and reflected an elegant and brilliant light—solemn, stern, and holy!
"I wonder how many of them will have a twist of fate this time…"
"Miao Shen is considered the most outstanding one amongst the younger generation, right? I don't dare to talk about the others, but Miao Shen… will definitely succeed!"
"Hah, how can fate be definite? In the past, there were also average ones that obtained extremely incredible twists of fate, right? I think that before they come out, the results can't be confirmed!"
The crowd debated softly.
At the side, an elder looked at Miao Yang, smiled, and asked, "Clan Leader, is there anyone you think highly of?"
Miao Yang smiled faintly. "They're right. Nobody could be certain of what's happening until the last minute."
