Monitoring the Globe

Wang Teng had been pondering the blue-haired youth's words when he suddenly noticed everyone looking at him.

Their eyes were filled with intense envy.

Wang Teng froze slightly, then quickly understood.

It seemed the blue-haired youth's words had greatly shocked everyone.

As Orlant Federation First Academy, Saint Star Tower's benefits were self-evident for anyone fortunate enough to study there.

Yet they had already lost such a precious opportunity.

No, it would be more accurate to say they had never received it in the first place, so there was no question of losing it.

From beginning to end, they had been excluded from eligibility.

"Don't all look like you've lost several billion. Who knows what that Saint Star Tower is really like? It's not like I necessarily want to go," Wang Teng said, putting on an indifferent expression as he consoled them.

"..."

Not only did his consolation fail, it made everyone want to rush up and beat him to death.

Not like he necessarily wanted to go!

Listen to that—was that even something a human being would say?

A well-fed man knew nothing of a starving man's hunger. It was easy for him to talk when it did not hurt.

Get lost, you bastard.

Everyone looked at him resentfully, unwilling to say another word to him.

"Ahem, Wang Teng, ask him a few more questions. See if you can get any useful intelligence out of him," the Martial Arts Leader said with a dry cough.

Wang Teng nodded. After thinking for a moment, he asked the blue-haired youth again, "How many people will be taking this trial?"

"No one knows which factions will obtain trial qualifications. Our Lan Family also spent vast amounts of favors and wealth before we were fortunate enough to obtain a single qualification from the Federation's