Undercurrents

"Strange, weren't Senior Brother Zhou and the others close to Senior Brother Sun? Why were they with Senior Brother Meng and his group today instead?"

An Inner Courtyard disciple saw that scene and was somewhat surprised.

Had they fallen out?

"What's so strange about that? Leaning against a big tree makes for good shade."

The other Inner Courtyard disciples laughed, not finding it surprising in the least.

"What do you mean?"

That Inner Courtyard disciple asked.

"It means that this batch of senior brothers in special training all have a chance of ranking on the Martial Exam. They'll be able to enter the City Guard in the future. Get it now?"

The other Inner Courtyard disciples said bluntly.

"So that's how it is."

That Inner Courtyard disciple suddenly understood.

Although Sun Wu had good character, his meridians had been damaged, and his cultivation had stalled at True Martial First Layer. He would never be able to join the City Guard in this life.

Meng Wentao and the other personal disciples, however, were practically certain to enter the City Guard. In the future, they might even go to the True Sun Sect.

Compared side by side, Zhou Yu and the others naturally wanted to cling tightly to Meng Wentao and the others' thighs.

That way, once they entered the City Guard, someone would have their backs.

"What a pity. If Senior Brother Sun hadn't been injured back then, his cultivation probably wouldn't have been much worse than Senior Brother Meng and the others'."

Seeing Sun Wu silently withdraw his hand, looking somewhat lonely, an Inner Courtyard disciple sighed regretfully.

"Senior Brother Chen, how exactly did Senior Brother Sun get injured?"

"I heard he was set up by another martial hall?"

"No way, right? Our martial hall has the Zhou Clan behind