The man's anger slowly rose: "I'm asking you! How is the weather today!!!"
Lu Qingyin was terrified. She clutched the book tightly in her hands and cowered in the carriage.
The man chuckled in anger, his eyes fixed directly on Lu Qingyin's:
"I'll ask you one last time! How is the weather today!!! Answer me immediately, or leave the pass now. Our Third State does not welcome refugees from your Sixth State! Especially those of you who don't understand our language and yet flee to us! You're not worthy!"
Lu Qingyin finally burst into tears.
She really didn't know what he was saying; it was completely different from what she expected.
The man understood. He sneered and calmly approached the female cultivator: "Please go back, you have been rejected. Of course, you have the option to let someone else take the test, but I will accompany you until you pass, or you leave our pass."
The implication was clear, trying to sneak in was impossible.
