Some of them with weaker blood qi reactions were all wearing gray training clothes. They should be the outer courtyard disciples.
"Senior Sister Lu."
"Senior Sister Lu, long time no see."
"Junior Sister Lu."
When they saw Lu Yingxuan, everyone in the hall greeted her.
Lu Yingxuan smiled in response.
After a while, a middle-aged man came to the hall with a black rod as thick as a baby's forearm in his hand.
Han Zhao vaguely saw some scales on it.
"Senior Brother Lan." Lu Yingxuan greeted the middle-aged man.
"Junior Sister Lu."
Senior Brother Lan replied and looked at Han Zhao.
"Little brother, please take a drop of blood and drip it here. I'll test your foundation." Senior Brother Lan pointed at the crown at the front of the long rod.