The person who presided over the talent mirror scale was Ye Xiulan, the elder of the family, a woman in her seventies, who looked like she was only in her thirties and did not appear to be aging.

In the main hall, there were a few idle people watching the fun.

Ye Ruoshui took Ye Jiangchuan into it and said, "Jiu Gu, this is my son. He has been written into the family tree. He is here to test his talent!"

Ye Xiulan glanced at Ye Jiangchuan and said:

"Ye Jiangchuan? Your stupid son?"

"Jiugu, Jiangchuan is not stupid!"

Being cautious, Ye Ruoshui still retorted. Facing Ye Xiulan, Ye Ruoshui was honest and did not dare to contradict.

"Haha, it's not up to you to decide whether you are stupid or not."

"Come on, kid, haven't you ever taken a test? Take off your clothes and lie down on it."

In front of Ye Jiangchuan, there is a large jade bed.

Ye Jiangchuan took off his clothes and lay on the bed. A golden mirror above his head illuminated everything about his body.

After he lay down, iron hoops appeared and locked his hands, feet, neck and waist.

Ye Xiulan said slowly: "Don't circulate your Qi, don't resist, it will hurt a little.

Just be patient, it will pass quickly. If you can't stand it anymore, just scream.

But no one will care if you shout at your throat!"

Ye Jiangchuan nodded, and suddenly, sixteen golden needles appeared on the bed, piercing into his body respectively.
Chapter completed!