The bamboo grove was lush and green, its air suffused with spiritual energy. Ancient herbs took root in the crevices between the rocks. This place was peaceful, the residence of new disciples. Yet when the group of geniuses arrived, they couldn't help frowning. Compared with their spiritual grounds, this place was shabby, and the spiritual energy was nowhere near as dense.
This rocky mountain was especially barren, with no fine trees growing on it and none of the auspicious aura they were used to. Their own residences were far superior; cultivating there could double their progress.
At that moment, they all secretly reminded themselves to stay alert. They absolutely couldn't be eliminated from the Genius Camp—the conditions outside were too "harsh." Comparing the two made it clear that the sect treated this batch of geniuses extremely well.
"Fellow junior brothers, we're here to spar. Let's not let things get unpleasant." One member of the genius group spoke with a smile, warm as gentle sunlight.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
He wore white and was tall and slender, seemingly around fourteen or fifteen. Though male, he had an exceptionally refined air, handsome as jade. He continued, "Some begin cultivating earlier than others, but that doesn't make them better or worse. We're all fellow disciples, so we should support one another."
His modesty naturally won everyone's favor. After all, he was a genius, and clearly one of the best among them.
"Senior brother, may I ask your name?" a new disciple asked.
"Senior Brother in white is so handsome!" Many girls' eyes sparkled as they gazed at him.
"My name is Yu Feng. I joined the sect a few years before you. We're all fellow disciples, so if you ever need help, come find me." White-Robed Yu Feng smiled. His black hair fluttered