"Hehe, Wuyin, what do you think of this competition? Interested in finding a few talented disciples?"
The elder called Wuyin moved his eyebrows slightly but didn't speak. "I don't know how it will be, we'll only know after the competition. Qing Yue, if we discover any talented disciples this time, let's recruit them. The Dan Sect is in need of talented disciples right now. Whatever happens, we can't let those bastards from the Martial Sect snatch them away first..."
Qing Yue chuckled softly and didn't say more, his eyes turned to the crowd below, flashing with a hint of light...
On the square, all the disciples had their own numbers. An Qian turned and walked to the three of them, saying somewhat shyly, "Yue'er, Shu Ning, Qian Chengyan, what numbers did you get? I hope we're not opponents, otherwise, I wouldn't stand a chance against all you freaks."
An Qian playfully stuck out her tongue and glanced at the numbers in everyone's hands.
