The Real Trial.

"I am an Advance stage cultivator."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Eh?"

"What?"

Seeing the two of them looking at him weirdly, Azriel frowned.

"How old are you?" Tyria questioned.

"19."

"Pfffttt!" Suddenly, Vasuki laughed out loud.

Tyria glanced at him and frowned, however, Vasuki didn't care about her gaze and continued laughing.

"Hahaha! The student of the head of the Crux House is a 19-year-old Advance Stage Cultivator. Hahaha! How disappointing. Even an average Dragon is already a Grand Master Stage Cultivator at 19, let's not even talk about the geniuses. Hahaha! What the hell happened to you bloodsuckers?"

Azriel's eyes turned cold, he didn't like Vasuki's laugh one bit. He then glanced at Tyria and although she wasn't laughing, and was even trying to stop Vasuki, Azriel could feel the hidden doubt in her eyes.

And he wasn't wrong, Tyria was indeed a little shocked, since Advanced Stage Cultivation at the age of 19 is indeed weak, even for the elves.