Xin Lin and Murong Ziyue had just settled down when they saw a woman dressed in dark green with light white flowing cloud patterns on her supervisor's attire approaching.
"New students on the left, old students on the right, those who want to test for the Xuan Root, line up orderly. No crowding."
Testing for Xuan Root?
Xin Lin and Murong Ziyue were somewhat puzzled— wasn't today just about new student admissions, why was there suddenly a test for something called Xuan Root?
"It seems that some people still don't know that their luck is about to run out."
From behind, Jin Chen and Chu Miaoyun walked over, accompanied by a group of hedonistic young nobles.
Xin Lin and Murong Ziyue exchanged glances, seeing the impatience in each other's eyes.
Xin Lin was already mentally prepared for Jin Chen and those nobles; after all, they were attending the same academy. It was inevitable to run into them frequently. Xin Lin just hoped that they wouldn't be placed in the same class.
