Qin Yan lowered his head and looked at his Token.
The front of the Token displayed the four characters "East Academy, Qin Yan." The script was ancient and unadorned, with a faint glow flowing across it.
He turned the Token over and looked at the back.
Two words were now appearing on its reverse—"Special-Class."
Special-Class Disciple.
A faint smile appeared on Qin Yan's lips.
He was a Special-Class Disciple too?
It seemed the Mystic Sanctuary did not define one's status entirely by strength.
Among these thirty thousand disciples, his strength was far from outstanding.
Mid Fifth Grade was not considered weak, but among these thirty thousand prodigies, countless people were stronger than him.
Those whose auras he could not see through were at least Late Fifth Grade, perhaps even at the peak.
If strength alone were being judged, he might not have met the threshold for a Special-Class Disciple.
But when it came to talent, he had absolute confidence.
A nineteen-year-old at Mid Fifth Grade, comprehending Spear Intent, possessing multiple Dao Essences, and cultivating a technique beyond the top grade—these things reflected a Martial Artist's potential far more than mere cultivation did.
"Now that your Tokens have manifested, immerse your Mental Strength into them. You will find your residence arrangements, explanations of your benefits, and the Sanctuary rules. Read them carefully!"
Yun Nichang's voice rang out again, imposing and cold.
"Those who dare violate the rules will be expelled from the Sanctuary at best, and put to death at worst."
She spoke those final words with utter calmness, yet everyone present felt a chill run through their hearts.
That calmness was more terrifying than any threat.
After Yun Nichang finished speaking, her figure vanished, as though she had never appeared at all.
Yet her words lingered in everyone's ears for