These clearly defined rules showed Yang Jing and the others just how far the Sacred Academy's discipline extended.
Everyone nodded, firmly committing the rule to memory.
Another senior student standing nearby could not help feeling reflective at the sight. He said slowly, "Ultimately, here in Pingtian Academy, all rules come second. Only making yourself stronger is an unassailable truth."
"The academy head, the elder-generation supreme elders, and the elders are all supreme experts who look down upon the Four Provinces-transcendent figures far above us, unconcerned with trivial matters.
"Conflicts between ordinary disciples, rivalries among peers, injuries and disputes-to them, these are insignificant trifles, nothing more than youngsters squabbling. They won't ask about them, much less intervene."
To avoid being bullied or crushed, to live without having to watch others' expressions, they could only cultivate desperately, break through their realms, and increase their strength. Only by standing on a higher tier could they gain the means to hold their ground and the confidence to speak.
After hearing the two senior students' warnings, Yang Jing, Xiao Nu, Si Jiawen, and the others inwardly clicked their tongues. They now understood Pingtian Academy's ecosystem, hierarchy, and law of the strong far more clearly.
This holy land of the Martial Path, yearned for by everyone, had never been a greenhouse of comfort and pleasure. It was a true battlefield of carnage where the strong devoured the weak and rivalries never ceased.
The sudden conflict had been like a basin of ice-cold water, dousing the novelty, ease, and restlessness they had felt upon first entering the Sacred Academy.
They had originally been brimming with enthusiasm, roaming the skies on the Cloud-Piercing Sparrow, eager to take in Pingtian Academy's vast splendor and familiarize themselves with their new surroundings.
But Qi Hong's overbearing palm strike from the air,