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With a muffled sound of turning, the bronze gate of the Mystic Realm slowly opened. Under the expectant gazes of the students and teachers, the test began.

At the top of the audience stand, Aisha sat beside the school leaders and watched the test together as the second-grade teacher.

Her gaze wandered around the bronze door, watching the students step in, one after another. Her heart was filled with various emotions.

Then, she saw a familiar figure.

“Moss?”

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