Garion began to walk down the line of young cultivators, stopping whenever he saw a login arrow above someone's head.
Every time he nodded, that person stepped forward, nervous but excited.
One by one, almost a hundred chosen gathered near him.
The rest just watched silently, uncertain what was happening."
Dahlia frowned, crossing her arms.
"Master, what exactly are you doing? Is your idea just to directly pick one hundred without even testing them?"
Garion smirked.
"So what? Didn't you do the same thing earlier? I'm just being more professional about it."
"Professional?" she repeated flatly.
Garion nodded confidently.
"Yep. Just by looking at their bodies, I can already tell who fits our God Gym style."
Dahlia squinted at him.
"Really? Because from what I see, all the ones you picked have the best faces, but their bodies... well..."
Dahlia flipped her hand back and forth.
"Let's just say I've seen better and sturdier bodies from other recruits."
