Qingyang Prefecture City, at the city gates.
The morning sun had just risen, dyeing the bluestone tower in warm gold.
The disciples from the various sects who were taking part in the selection had long since made ready to depart, their travel bags packed neatly and properly.
At that moment, they were saying their farewells to their senior brothers, fellow disciples, and elders.
Cui Lin swept his gaze over the disciples of the Myriad Phenomena Sect and said in a booming voice tinged with reluctance, "As you head to Ganyang Sect, I hope every one of you gets what you wish for."
He paused, his tone gentling.
"But...no matter what happens in the future, remember this: whenever you wish to return, the gates of the Myriad Phenomena Sect will always stand open to you."
The disciples nodded one after another. Many had reddened eyes, and several younger disciples quietly wiped at the corners of their eyes.
Mu Yunxin slowly walked up to Fang Chen and gazed at the disciple who made her proud. In a soft voice, she said,
"The position of True Disciple is certainly important, but you need not cling to it too desperately."
Her eyes were filled with expectation.
"With your talent, even if you fail to obtain it for a time, you will surely reach the peak of Martial Arts in the future."
Fang Chen solemnly nodded. "Master of the Academy, rest assured. This disciple understands."
Mu Yunxin smiled in satisfaction and said no more.
At that moment,
Bai Jingxing and Meng Han exchanged a glance and walked over together.
Meng Han cupped his hands first. "Brother Fang, if we are both selected for Ganyang Sect, we will be fellow disciples."
"I hope we can look out for each other within the sect."
He paused, looking