The moment those words left her mouth, the trainees in the room split into two camps. Some eagerly anticipated the arrival of three months later, while others worried whether they could earn the qualification this time. Yutali, however, looked utterly unconcerned. As a support-type Battle Song Priest, there was no way he would be sent to the battlefield.
Aiyali gave Qin Yi a lingering look. Even at the end of the day, she still had not figured out what this trainee was truly capable of, though his data was simply too enticing. Of course, she understood that haste made waste. It really was time to rest. Reluctantly, she said, "We'll stop here for today. Prepare yourself properly. I'll still test you during tomorrow's practice."
Qin Yi did not care. He had no intention of attending tomorrow's practice at all. He simply wanted to take a good look around the shops, see what novel things this plane had to offer, and make a huge purchase in preparation for tomorrow night's Plane Merchant Guild exchange. As a result, he seemed rather distracted. Aiyali saw it and helplessly shook her head.
He was, after all, a direct descendant of the Qin family. Though he had only returned to the family for a few days, he had learned that arrogant disdain for others perfectly well.
No matter what Aiyali thought, Qin Yi ultimately followed the main group out of Training Room One at an unhurried pace. The tide-like crowd instantly flooded the entire street. Someone was calling his name from afar, and through the sea of heads, Qin Yi spotted Xiao Suo and the others with great difficulty. They were all fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boys, dressed in striking sea-blue military uniforms. They looked bright, resolute, and brimming with vitality.
"How long have you been