While Xu Feng was determined to hug the protagonist's thigh even further, the first aptitude test had commenced.
Each of the 18 players was sent to a realm of illusion constructed by Nicholas.
And as if Nicholas didn't want them to be bored, he even kindly showed 18 projection screens for them to spectate.
Toward this gesture, Xu Feng stood up and bowed once again. "Thank you, Elder Nicholas. This junior will definitely remember your grace."
"Haha, no worries." Nicholas laughed and shook his head. "I'll need to spectate them to ensure nothing goes amiss anyway. Since the two of you have your name recorded in the Honor of Glory's list, you definitely earned the right to spectate as well."
Although Nicholas worded it lightly and disregarded the action as something grand, Xu Feng knew this was him trying to rope them into his faction.
Factions exist everywhere as long as there are people around.
This was an ironclad law, and nobody could deny it!
