The students and even those well past ten years of age continued to crowd around Lin Feng, nearly climbing over one another in their desperation.
Each tried to outshout the rest, boasting about their talent, their perseverance, their willingness to endure any hardship.
Some swore to train without sleep.
Others vowed loyalty as if pledging themselves to a sovereign rather than a teacher.
A few even exaggerated their backgrounds, clearly hoping their clan names might impress him.
It was chaotic. It was noisy. It was almost theatrical.
Lin Feng, however, remained composed.
He understood the true reason behind this sudden explosion of enthusiasm.
Word of his recent feats had spread like wildfire through Clear Moon City.
The clans had caught wind of it, and now they were pushing their juniors toward him.
Everyone wanted to establish a connection. Everyone wanted to be the first to secure favor.
