The speaker wore a long white dress, with wings growing from her back. Her features were fresh and pure, and her large eyes were lively and bright. She was Bai Yun of the Featherfolk.
Several of Bai Yun's fellow disciples followed beside her, including the Mu brothers.
They had crossed paths during the Preliminary Exam, so this was a reunion.
"Miss Bai," Fan Lang greeted her.
"Did you just enroll?" Bai Yun asked with a smile.
"Yeah. I just finished all those miscellaneous procedures and came here to find a temporary place to stay."
"You took third place, basking in endless glory, while I only barely made the top hundred. The gap between us is huge. I got here earlier than you—I arrived seven days ago."
"Among friends, rankings aren't important. Third place or one hundredth place, it doesn't matter."
"That's not something one can simply stop envying."
The two stopped where they were and chatted briefly.
Bai Yun came from the same school as the fellow disciples around her, and among this group, she had achieved the best result. The Mu brothers, for example, had all ranked beyond the top hundred.
Mu Zhanshan had long disliked Fan Lang and had even encouraged his younger brother to provoke him. That was all in the past. Now, in front of Fan Lang, he behaved as obediently as could be and did not dare make any small moves.
Fan Lang had a brilliant future ahead of him. Going against him again would be asking for trouble.
That was exactly what it meant to bully the weak and fear the strong.
Just as Fan Lang was speaking with Bai Yun, another group of people approached.
At their head was a young man with a genial smile. His looks were ordinary, and his clothes