If a family goes too long without fresh blood, then no matter how powerful it is, the day will come when it declines!
Seeing that the disciples had tested their Soul Power one after another, Zhu Haotian felt somewhat disheartened.
He let out a heavy sigh, his face filled with disappointment. Even his formerly straight back now seemed slightly stooped.
Just as Zhu Haotian was about to announce the end of the test, the commotion at the edge of the square was like a stone tossed into still water, instantly disturbing the quiet atmosphere.
He frowned and followed everyone's gaze, only to see four figures entering through the square's entrance.
The young girl at the front had a slender figure. Her black combat outfit accentuated her upright posture. Who else could she be but Zhu Qing?
At her side, a young man was walking shoulder to shoulder with her.
The young man appeared to be fifteen or sixteen years old. He wore a dark combat outfit and had a posture as straight as a pine tree.
Beneath his ink-black short hair was a handsome face. His sharp brows and eyes carried a composure that did not match his age.
Yet his bearing was in no way inferior to that of the noble family disciples. As he walked alongside Zhu Qing, there was an inexplicable understanding between them.
Behind the two of them were two beautiful women with entirely different styles.
Zi Ji approached with measured steps. Her purple clothes were as dark as ink, and dark golden patterns were embroidered along her skirt, swaying gently with every step.
Her brows and eyes were sharp, her nose high, and her lips a cold, vivid red.
Every step carried an aura that warned strangers to keep their distance. Yet her graceful, curvaceous