Second Floor

At this moment, Gu Changfeng broke the silence. "Everyone, there's no need to be overly pessimistic."

"The Black-Yellow Pagoda has only just opened. The results from the first few days mostly depended on the talents the trainees brought with them.

"It's only because those at the third level of True Intent weren't assigned to our group that they naturally took the lead from the start."

Gu Changfeng swept his gaze over the room. "But there are still two months left in the Special Training Camp! The first Ancient Star Trial and tower climb were merely a preliminary assessment.

"How much they can improve under our guidance afterward—that is the true test for us, and it is also the duty for which we sit here."

"Heh." An executor with a gloomy face beside him could not help but sneer. "Executor Gu, you really do have one grand speech after another."

"But falling behind means falling behind. What are we supposed to use to catch up?" the gloomy executor said mockingly. "Oh, right. Back on Ancient Star, didn't you praise that small-world genius named Lu Zhen to the skies?

"You said his temperament was exceptional and his foundation was solid."

"And now? Three days have already passed. Why isn't there even a trace of him on the overall rankings?"

"You..." Gu Changfeng frowned, just about to refute him.

"Enough."

Leng Qiu, who had remained silent in the seat of honor, finally spoke. "Will shifting blame and complaining raise our rankings?"

The several executors immediately fell silent as cicadas in winter and lowered their heads.

"Gu Changfeng is right. The special training has only just begun." Leng Qiu rose to her feet, her gaze sharp as lightning. "Put away your complaints and focus on how to teach the trainees.

"Do what you are