After their sparring match, Ling Tian, Mo Yu, and the others returned to their base with Mo Fei, while Fairy Meng Shang and Su Ying took Ling Tian's clone to the base where Xi Yue was staying. On the way back, Mo Fei told them that Mo Yu and the others had been chosen as leaders. Since Ling Tian had already guessed as much, he wasn't particularly surprised.
"Don't think being a leader just means directing everyone in battle. There are some other pretty good perks, too." Seeing the anticipation on Ling Tian and the others' faces, Mo Fei laughed heartily. "The selection will take place in three rounds, and more than nine hundred people will be chosen. Each leader will be entitled to select two suitable candidates for his team in addition to those nine hundred."
"Doesn't that mean we get two guaranteed spots, just like Grandpa?" Mo Yu's eyes lit up. He grinned. "Choosing cultivators who suit our team will bring out more of our squad's fighting strength. That's not bad at all."
"It seems the situation in our realm is dire. The Heavenly Lords and Devil Masters are all taking this so seriously." Ling Tian's expression was much more solemn.
"Exactly. Our realm has lost several times in a row. We can't afford to lose again." Mo Fei's voice was grave. Then he turned to Ling Tian. "But this time is different. The younger generation is packed with geniuses, and every kind of constitution is represented. Especially you, Meng Shang, and that God-Devouring Yao Body. With you there, we won't lose this time."
Hearing this, Mo Yu and the others nodded, their confidence soaring.
"Grandpa, you know how the selection will work a month from now, right? Could you give us a hint in advance...?" Mo Yan