The New Disciple Assessment, fraught with twists and turns, came to an end.
Fortunately—or unfortunately—this upheaval had involved only two teams.
The teams led by Sang Huaixiang, Fang Xinyan, and the others continued their assessments as usual.
As for Chu Youwei's team, Fang Ya and the others who had returned alive were all exceptionally admitted into the villa for their outstanding conduct in protecting their fellow disciples when danger struck.
Lu Feng was naturally no exception.
Even if he wanted to leave now, the likes of Su Huaijin would likely stop him.
Lin Xiaowan's team, on the other hand, had suffered a far more tragic fate. Aside from Qi Jialue, only Jia Tianliang had survived.
It was fair to say that his life was tough. Forced by Lu Feng into the formations Qi Jialue had set up, he had somehow managed to cling to life.
Though he had suffered no small number of injuries, after hearing of Lu Feng's experiences on this journey and Qi Jialue's flight from battle, he no longer dared harbor even the slightest thought of revenge.
Night fell.
In the disciples' residence district.
Chu Youwei came to Lin Xiaowan's door and leaned against the frame with a faint smile.
"Xiao Wan~"
"Can you tell me what exactly happened now?"
"Come in and talk." As Lin Xiaowan rose to welcome her, she casually shut the door, affectionately linked arms with Chu Youwei, and led her toward the tea table inside.
"What does Sister Weiwei want to know? I'll tell you everything."
Lin Xiaowan picked up the brewed tea and poured it into the cup before Chu Youwei, murmuring to herself, "It's been so long since I last had Master's Spirit Flower Fruit Tea."
Chu Youwei took a small, nostalgic sip. She had intended to ask about the