That sentence was like a poison-tempered arrow.
Lucius's face stiffened in an instant.
Then a livid shade surfaced over it, and the curve at the corner of his mouth froze completely.
"I, Faustus—formally apply for a treatment assessment!"
No matter which force one joined, there was such a rule on the surface.
Pass the trial, and the treatment one received would be determined by actual results!
This was Golden Holy Mountain's formal procedure.
However, as the years passed, intricate factions had long since formed within the various major forces. Usually, as long as a recommender with enough weight vouched for someone, the formal assessment would become nothing more than a procedure. Displaying a bit of strength was often enough to pass.
The last time Golden Holy Mountain had opened an official promotion trial was already a matter from millions of years ago.
At that time, it had been for a Tier 4 Oracle-grade who possessed Tier 5 actual combat power.
