The young woman behind the computer nodded her head slightly in acknowledgment, and Mr. Malcolm made a small sound of approval as well. However, neither of them seemed particularly amazed or excited by the result.
The truth was that they had both worked in talent assessment for many years and had seen plenty of people with even A-Rank talents pass through this room. A C-Rank frost talent was decent and respectable, certainly good enough for a successful cultivation career, but it wasn't extraordinarily rare or special in their experience.
Mr. Malcolm cleared his throat and addressed Sean politely.
"It's your turn now, Young Master Sean, if you're ready to proceed."
But before Sean could move forward, Vogue spoke up clearly.
"Wait just a minute. I'm not finished yet."
The young woman's expression changed, showing a flash of barely concealed disdain in her eyes and a slight sneer at the corner of her mouth. Her tone became noticeably colder when she responded.
