The martial hall's front courtyard.
Shen Congyun casually swept his gaze over everyone.
At his current level in the Martial Dao, a single glance was enough for him to see through people who had only practiced martial arts for a short time, grasping seven or eight parts of their foundations.
As his gaze passed over them, he secretly shook his head.
They were all mediocre, not even as good as that little girl.
Then, when his gaze fell on Zhou Xing, his eyes finally stirred slightly.
"His skin tempering has achieved success, on par with stone grinding. Reaching this stage at his age is not bad—he could be considered a genius."
Then his nose twitched faintly.
Even from several zhang away, he could clearly distinguish the scents on everyone.
"The medicinal scent is extremely strong, already seeped into his bones. It seems his family background is quite good!"
"In that case, he can only be called ordinary!"
Having made his judgment, Shen Congyun shook his head slightly.
"Brother Shen, did you discover something?" Wang Jin noticed the subtle change in Shen Congyun beside him and could not help asking.
Hearing this, Shen Congyun gave a derisive smile, then shook his head.
"What could I possibly have discovered?" He then added, "Didn't Brother Wang say there would be a grand event at the martial hall today? Why hasn't it begun yet?"
Hearing Shen Congyun's words, Wang Jin immediately felt somewhat disappointed.
Looking at the gazes in the eyes of the disciples before him, some of them seemed to have already realized this was a turning point chosen by fate, hope glimmering in their eyes.
Wang Jin could not help sighing inwardly.
Master and disciples for a time—I fought for the opportunities I could for you all.
If Brother Shen did not