Inside the classroom, the atmosphere of the exchange meeting was both tense and expectant. The two mentors, Owen and Nicholas, sat side by side at the front, chatting calmly. Their respective students sat behind them. Ang and Nicholas's other disciples were lined up in a row, while Owen's students sat opposite them. There were clearly more than twice as many of them, nearly filling the entire classroom.
Ang observed Owen's students across from him. They all looked spirited and were clearly looking forward to this exchange meeting. Mage Owen's disciples ranged from junior magic apprentices to advanced apprentices, and their ages varied as well, but their overall strength could not be underestimated. Owen seemed to attach great importance to this exchange, as could be seen from the number of students he had brought and how he had arranged them.
Dilia, the senior student sitting beside Ang, noticed this as well. She leaned slightly closer and lowered her voice. "They have so many people. It feels like their momentum is overwhelming ours. Still, it looks like you're the oldest out of all of us." After saying that, she glanced at Ang with a faintly teasing look on her face.
Ang smiled helplessly and rubbed his nose. There was no malice in Dilia's tone; she was simply stating what she had observed. Ang knew that among these advanced apprentices, although he was a student in the junior class, he was indeed the oldest. That was undeniable. Although he was older than the senior students around him, it did not affect his mindset. Ang knew his place in the group and understood that, as the oldest, he needed to show steadiness and responsibility at critical moments.
Mentor Nicholas cleared his throat lightly, signaling for the students on both sides to quiet down. Then