The boy in black looked only twelve or thirteen, with delicate features and a build that was nothing out of the ordinary. Only his eyes were exceptionally bright.
When he saw An Zizai narrow his eyes, he was so frightened that he hurriedly lowered his head, thinking he had offended his grandmaster.
Soon, the Wushi Disciples in the hall also noticed An Zizai's gaze. They all fell silent and looked at the boy in black in astonishment.
The other new disciples grew nervous as well. They could sense the subtle shift in the atmosphere, and their hearts began to drum. Could it be that even after stepping into Wushi, they might still be driven out?
"What is your name, and why do you wish to join Wushi?"
An Zizai spoke, his tone indifferent, making every disciple feel a tremendous pressure.
Everyone's gaze fell on the boy in black, including those new disciples, and the pressure on him surged sharply.
He cautiously raised his head, but under An Zizai's stare, he was so frightened that he lowered it again and answered in a trembling voice, "My name is Wu Xie. I was born in Yang City. Ever since I was little, I grew up listening to the legends of Wushi. I want to become a Wushi Disciple. I want to become someone like the Grandmaster."
Yang City was a city on the Nine Spirits Continent. Although it could not be considered prosperous, it did have some renown.
An Zizai could naturally deduce Wu Xie's roots, but he wanted to hear what Wu Xie would say.
Judging from his background, there was nothing suspicious about Wu Xie at all. It was as if he had been born to belong to Wushi.
Even now, Wushi still chose its disciples from the Nine Spirits