When the volunteer Martial Artists announced the dismissal, the three hundred thousand new students, brimming with boundless hope, were like droplets of water flowing into a surging river. They quickly dispersed into the vast campus at the base of the Canaan Tower, each off to find their own corner of this new world—a place they would call home for hundreds, or even thousands, of years to come.
The crowd surged. Most were filled with excitement and wonder, eager to explore this brand-new world.
A small group of people, however, did not leave immediately.
Led by Tie Mu and Lei Meng, the nearly one hundred prodigies who had fought alongside Qin Feng during the second assessment all gathered around him once more, as if by unspoken agreement.
The restraint and awe in their eyes had lessened, replaced by a genuine sense of closeness and trust.
"Brother Qin!"
