Lu Yuan Dines with Wu Yue

At this, Wu Yue's gaze turned faintly cold, but her expression did not ripple in the slightest.

She knew well that He Yuntian was stubborn by nature, with obsessions that ran deep.

Whenever a large-scale trial began, he would pour all of his team's resources into it, solely to surpass the Deep Space Team, solely to steal even half a measure more glory than her before every major faction.

She gave no further response. She merely stood quietly in place; silence was already the most indifferent stance.

He Yuntian's gaze lingered no longer. His tall, lean figure turned slightly.

The hem of his robes lightly swept across the ground with the motion, leaving behind a faint trace of wind.

His steps were steady, neither hurried nor slow, as he walked straight through the crowds watching from both sides and headed toward the Star Sea Team's recruitment area on the other side of the hall.

The Star Sea Team members had already lined up in neat formation. Seeing their captain return, every one of them straightened, reined in their auras, and silently saluted.

He Yuntian took his seat in the chief position at the front of the team, his back straight and his features composed.

He raised a hand and lightly pressed down on his knee, adjusting his posture. Then he fell completely silent, saying not another word.

The moment he quieted down, he resembled a sharp blade sheathed away—peaceful on the surface, yet with its edge hidden within.

The noisy recruitment hall became noticeably more delicate in atmosphere after that brief exchange.

The people around them began whispering among themselves, scattered discussions rising and falling without end.

"Looks like the Primordial Secret Realm trial will see the two top teams clash head-on again."

"Every year, it's the Star Sea Team