The Zhou family's selection event quickly came to an end with the final test of Zhou Feng.
In a luxurious living room, a brass furnace emitted a warm heat, and the kettle hanging above it made a bubbling sound, with steam rising up.
Nearby, Zhou Yuheng lounged comfortably on a bamboo chair covered with fur, holding a cup of hot tea in hand, the kind of tea unknown, the whole room filled with a soothing fragrance.
Opposite Zhou Yuheng sat two burly men.
Both men appeared to be around thirty-three or thirty-four years old. The man on the left had a long scar on his cheek, with rough flesh turned outward, looking fierce like a centipede brandishing its claws, emitting a strange blood-red hue.
The man on the right had a more distinctive feature; his bald head shining with not a single strand of hair, reflecting traces of light under the glow of the furnace.
