The last day arrived, but there was no sign of fewer people on Gui Mountain; the foot of the mountain was still jam-packed. Who knew if it was because so many hadn't had their chance yet, or if the crowd simply refused to leave and just wanted to watch the spectacle.
Shen Hao was dying to go home; he felt that if he stayed any longer in Pingjiang City, something bad was bound to happen to him.
Just like the previous few days, the noisy crowd was filled with sighs and parents quietly comforting their kids, saying that if they couldn't get into Gui Mountain Cultivation Institute, there were always other Sects. First-class Sects had high Talent requirements, but it was easier with the second and third-tiers. You're still young; there's plenty of time to try again.
