Tony finally walked out from the forest.
By the time Tony Clark finally walked back through the massive stone gates of the central district, the entire town was in a state of absolute, buzzing commotion.
The streets were completely packed with horses, carriages, and hundreds of excited young cultivators.
Most of the youngsters in the region were hurriedly running around, gathering their spiritual tokens and checking their travel gear as they prepared to make the long journey toward the Black Fire Academy for the grand entrance test.
The air was filled with the loud chatter of proud parents giving final advices and nervous teenagers practicing their basic spells. Tony navigated through the busy crowd with his slow, lazy steps, his dark hunting cloak draped loosely over his hardened shoulders as he headed straight toward the main plaza where the official academy transport was stationed.
