Yoan shrugged and sighed, “This is out of my control. I didn’t expect the Divinity Sect to admit new disciples before us.”
Jeffery stepped forward and looked at the new disciples. Obviously displeased, he said, “Look at the quality of disciples you admitted.”
Jeffery looked around fifty years old and was wearing a yellow robe. Scanning the crowd, he was able to see through the cultivation base of every cultivator using his Divine Sense.
Then, his gaze was fixed on Melany.
“What the hell? Why is there a cultivator at the Supernatural rank here? What the hell have you been up to, Sect Elder Yoan? Don’t tell me you’re practicing favoritism now!”
Hearing this, Melany lowered her head and did not dare utter a single word.
Just as Yoan wanted to explain…
“Enough,” the man in the white robe said.
He was the headmaster of the Welkin Academy and one of the strongest individuals in the Ancient Realm.
He said, “This is not Sect Elder Yoan’s fault.”
Hearing this, Yoan breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Headmaster, based on past traditions, we’ll hold a tournament once the finalists arrive at the academy to determine the top ten rankings. The top ten will be admitted as the Sect Elders’ disciples, whereas the disciple in the first place will be made an Inner Disciple. Please give us your orders, Sir.”
Before the headmaster could speak, Jeffery chimed in, “No need for that, Sect Elder Yoan. These are all leftovers from the Divinity Sect. Even if there are a few talents among them, they are a million light years away from challenging the Divinity Sect’s disciples. If you ask me, we’ll make them sweep the courtyard for ten years before making a decision.”
“You…”
Yoan’s face darkened.
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