When Yun Yao placed her ten fingers, each adorned with rings that screamed "new money," onto the spiritual power sphere, she released her spiritual power as carefully as if she were gingerly pressing an accelerator pedal.
Red, orange, yellow... green... cyan... blue.
The spiritual power sphere shifted colors incessantly, while Yun Yao scrutinized the expressions of the proctors. What did these stunned, slack-jawed looks mean? Was it too much?
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