After all, he was still just a child. Having been yelled at like that, he did not dare make a move, only glaring viciously at Xuan in the corner.
The remaining children scattered like birds and beasts.
Xuan silently rose to his feet. The terror in his eyes had yet to fade, but he said nothing, merely returning silently to his place.
The teacher glanced at him, then shifted her gaze to all the children in the cafeteria.
Her eyes lingered a little longer on the older children, those around seven or eight years old.
"Everyone, go outside shortly and line up properly in your usual places. Is that clear?"
"Clear!" Young voices rang out, overlapping one another.
Xuan was among them. He pretended to be no different from any ordinary child.
But he understood perfectly well what was about to happen—
Cultivator selection.
Simply put, children with cultivation talent would be chosen for focused training.
It happened once every three years.
Xuan pondered inwardly.
After warning Wang Dalong once more, the teacher turned and left the cafeteria.
Wang Dalong glared resentfully at Xuan, but because of the warning he had just received, he did not dare do anything.
Half an hour later.
The children of the orphanage had come out into the courtyard and lined up in rows, with the slight, small-framed Xuan standing at the very front.
It was late autumn. Drizzling rain fell without end, and cold wind carried threads of rain through the air.
Though the transparent awning blocked part of it, the occasional rain drifting in and the cold gusts still made some of the frailer children shiver.
Xuan, too, was trembling uncontrollably from the cold, yet he lifted his head and looked into the distance.
Very soon, crimson light spread through the hazy clouds,