I want to participate in the assessment

On the square, Zi Ling knelt with one knee on the ground with a bloodied person in her arms.

It was Ye Feng Yu dressed in a cyan robe which was already stained with blood as more fresh crimson fluid oozed out from his body.

Zi Ling's clothes were also smeared with the spreading red crimson blood.

Ye Qing Luo stood by the side, her face showed no emotion at all.

Her enchanting eyes gazed quietly over the sight of her younger brother who was already slumped to the ground.

The young lad's face was pale and drawn with blood trickled from the side of his mouth.

His fingers were still curled tightly to his long blade despite being unconscious.

That long blade had only half the length left from the original.

She felt her heart skipped a beat and sunken as her chest tightened uncomfortably.

Ye Qing Luo remained at the same spot, her slender figure trembled slightly, scared to touch the young man.