Was the Journey Pleasant?

The time rewound to roughly five minutes earlier.

In the audience chamber of Huangchen Hall at Jielong Seventh Academy, the academy's foremost figures had gathered together.

Fan Xinglu sat in a broad, throne-like chair, propping up her cheek with an utterly indifferent expression.

Before Fan Xinglu stood all of her disciples.

Zhao Hufeng and Cecily.

Li Shenyun and Li Shenhua.

Even Wu Xiaohui, who normally trained deep within Huangchen Hall, was present. Like a line of troops, they stood in a row before Fan Xinglu.

Yet a fierce argument was underway.

"Master, please rescind your order!"

Zhao Hufeng remonstrated with Fan Xinglu in an impassioned voice.

"Even if the Griffin Star Martial Festival is imminent and registration is nearly closed, you can't just throw together a team at random!"

From that statement alone, anyone who knew even a little about Fan Xinglu's disciples would understand what was happening.

"I don't object to participating in the Griffin Star Martial Festival." Zhao Hufeng pointed at the Li Siblings and loudly said to Fan Xinglu, "But why do I have to team up with these twins?"

That was the reason for the dispute.

In another month, the Griffin Star Martial Festival would begin.

Fan Xinglu, who dearly loved fighting, naturally could not resist getting involved. Just as she had done for the Phoenix Star Martial Festival last time, she had begun ordering her disciples to form a team and participate in the Griffin Star Martial Festival.

Unlike the Phoenix Star Martial Festival, which was a partner competition, the Griffin Star Martial Festival was a team competition. A team needed five members before it could register.

In other words, the five people before her were the members Fan Xinglu had personally chosen to compete in the Griffin Star Martial Festival.

That included Wu Xiaohui,