Ye Xiu had no intention of saying more, and An Dongcheng could only withdraw.
He passed through the chaotic storm, the invisible barrier before him suppressing every bit of the rampant spiritual power.
More than half the plaza ahead had already been swallowed up. Though enrollment at the academy had been limited this term, the number of students was still closing in on the five-thousand mark.
Previously, the spacious grounds had allowed everyone to spread out, making them seem somewhat sparse. But now that the spell storm was drawing near, they had no choice but to huddle together and lean on one another for support, making the crowd seem rather cramped.
The moment An Dongcheng emerged from the storm, quite a few people abruptly raised their heads and stared at him.
Before this, those who had appeared during the trial had mostly been mysterious cultivators concealed beneath their robes. Aside from Ye Xiu, the only cultivator here with a known name was An Dongcheng, the newly appointed minister.
"Minister An, haven't we already passed the trial? Why is the academy still making things so difficult for us?"
"What exactly does sir want us to do? We've clearly already done everything we could!"
"The academy won't just stand by and watch us die, will it? It definitely won't, right?"
Under that immense pressure with no end in sight, the youths had completely lost their composure.
In their panic, they treated An Dongcheng as a lifeline. Quite a few even reached out to grab at him.
After all, An Dongcheng had never built his reputation on cultivation. Even after joining the Alliance and receiving Ye Xiu's inheritance, his realm had not improved significantly.
Many people present were even at a higher realm than he was, and the power they relied upon outweighed