Under the gaze of everyone.
Fang Qingyu walked to a corner by himself, waiting for the start of the ceremonial gathering.
Captain Lin went to speak with the Martial Arts Grandmaster.
It was a coincidence.
In his past life, Fang Qingyu had been a soldier, though only for two years as a conscript.
When he was discharged, he had two chevrons.
For an upper-class soldier.
He did not know what the military ranks were like here at the Federal Divine Management Bureau.
In the crowd, everyone was whispering to one another.
The atmosphere was quite interesting.
Everyone spontaneously divided into two groups.
The Divine Cultists collectively stood on the left, while Fang Qingyu and the other Martial Arts Apprentices stood on the right.
Most people recognized a few attendees, forming small groups.
Only Fang Qingyu and a few Martial Arts Apprentices were isolated in separate corners.
Thankfully, soon another batch of people entered from the entrance.
