But despite their nerves, most of them still wore faces full of confidence.
"Look at their expressions. I bet a lot of these candidates don't even take this Memorial Stele seriously."
The older students who had come along to watch all had looks of schadenfreude, as if waiting for a good show to start.
"Let them be smug for now. They'll probably be miserable when it's their turn."
"It's not easy to leave your name on the Memorial Stele."
The older students said with smiles.
Ye Xuan also gazed at the stone stele before him. At first, he hadn't felt anything special, but as soon as he came within a hundred meters of it, he felt a powerful, oppressive aura bear down on him, as if he were carrying a small mountain on his back.
'This stele actually contains such a terrifying pressure. It's definitely no ordinary object.'
Ye Xuan was secretly amazed, and a sense of anticipation began to grow within him.
