In but a moment, Lin Yue also passed through the crowd and arrived before the stone table. Just as he was about to sit, his gaze caught Wang Yue seated beside Yun Kaitian, and his expression changed abruptly.
He clenched the hand hidden in his sleeve, waves surging in his heart. To secure himself a place beside this stone table, he did not know how much effort he had expended.
Yet Wang Yue could sit directly beside the Young Sect Master. Could it be that, in the Young Sect Master's eyes, the gap between himself and Wang Yue had already become so vast?
A trace of displeasure flickered faintly through his heart, but he could only force it down, squeeze out a smile, and sit at the edge of the round table.
Below the platform, Xu Yue stood at the outer edge of the crowd. Her originally calm eyes were now astonishingly bright, fixed firmly upon Wang Yue in the stone pavilion.
Wang Yue keenly sensed that scorching gaze. He turned and saw Xu Yue, then gave her a slight smile through the air.
After all, she had just helped him solve the problem of lodging for his clansmen.
At the sight, the tips of Xu Yue's ears reddened slightly. She hurriedly looked away, her face as cold as ever.
Wang Yue withdrew his gaze and once more surveyed the situation within the grounds.
Including the people who had arrived one after another, the number of true disciples present had only just exceeded seventy.
He understood at once. Of these seventy-odd people, more than half were outstanding figures who had fought their way out of the Inner Sect's army of thousands, undergoing many assessments before advancing to true disciples.
Fewer than thirty had, like him, entered the sect and immediately