Jiang Bei headed straight for the Registration Hall and arrived before long.
But when he got there, he found the entrance packed with people. It looked completely blocked.
His gaze sharpened at the sight.
Was the Registration Hall really this busy?
Could no one even get inside?
Jiang Bei gathered his thoughts and walked over. At the entrance, he looked ahead and saw that the crowd wasn't blocking the doors. A row of people stood shoulder to shoulder across them, keeping everyone out.
Yet despite being barred from entering, the people waiting showed no displeasure.
Jiang Bei frowned, puzzled. He asked someone beside him, "Senior Brother, what's going on? Why is the Registration Hall entrance blocked?"
The disciple glanced at him and explained, "You don't know? Someone's about to be promoted to Heavenly Saint Disciple."
"Heavenly Saint Disciple?"
Jiang Bei's expression shifted.
He had heard of Heavenly Saint Disciples.
In the Sacred Hall, people like him were only ordinary disciples. To be named a Heavenly Saint Disciple, one needed exceptional talent and strength, along with a record of completing numerous individual and team missions. They had to excel in every respect.
The Sacred Hall had over ten thousand disciples, but Heavenly Saint Disciples were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
They were the true prodigies of the Sacred Hall—prodigies of the God Realm.
"Does one Heavenly Saint Disciple's promotion mean everyone else has to be kept outside?"
Jiang Bei asked.
The disciple's face changed. He quickly looked around and, finding no one paying attention, whispered, "Junior Brother, keep your voice down!"
"Normally, even a promotion to Heavenly Saint Disciple wouldn't bar the other disciples. But this senior brother is different. He likes a grand display. He's just returned from a mission, and his promotion is now a matter