As he drew closer to the plaza, the number of disciples along the path gradually increased.
Fang Han had already made a small name for himself within the Sect. His leap to 57th place last month—a 30-rank climb in a single month—had drawn considerable attention.
Now, upon seeing him, many disciples cast curious and probing glances his way, and a low murmur of discussion arose.
"It's Fang Han. Is he here to test again?"
"Has it only been a month? Did he make another breakthrough?"
"He climbed a full thirty ranks last month. I wonder how many he'll climb this time?"
Fang Han seemed oblivious to the surrounding stares and chatter. His expression was serene, and the rhythm of his steps remained unchanged as he soon arrived at the massive plaza paved with white jade.
The colossal Overall Martial Arts Stele stood in the center, shimmering with a soft luster in the twilight of the setting sun.
