The Ripples

It must be the case. 

The quote was not some riddle. It was only a profound direction of what the test would be about. 

Yang Lujia pondered about it. At the moment when the stele disappeared from his sight, he was not too shocked as he expected this to happen. However, what deterred his confidence most was that he was sent to a dark place—where he could see no one. 

He could not even feel himself. 

There was only his hearing that he could rely on. 

"What is happening?" Even his vocal cords were muffled. He could not utter a single word, but his thoughts were properly working. 

"Welcome to the White Tiger's First Test!" 

Yang Lujia soon heard an ancient-sounding voice. It sounded so middle-aged that he could not help but think of his father.

Could this voice be his father's voice?

He wondered.