The Talent Testing Room was a narrow silver room. At the entrance stood a small table laden with sheets of paper branded with forms and a pen holder with numerous pens.
Behind the table was a thick silver wall. The wall had no doors, its entirety seamless as if cast in one piece.
He Ao gazed at this wall, its material somewhat resembling the silver vial that housed his pitch-black sphere.
He Ao recalled the material that Liu Zhengyun had mentioned before, mithril.
This whole wall seemed to be made of mithril.
It looked rather valuable.
"All the Transcendents from Xidu, as well as most from the southwest of Central Earth, had their Talents tested right here."
Zhang Ansha walked proudly up to the silver wall and gently pressed a spot on its side.
Click—
Accompanied by a faint sound of movement, a circular gap the size of an eye split open in the silver wall, and from it popped a silver cylindrical column.
Zhang Ansha took out the silver column.