Black Corner Region, Jia Nan Academy—within this Ivory Tower, the youthful air of boys and girls brimmed everywhere.
Though the Inner Academy Selection Competition was a rare Prosperous Era, at its core, it was really just an exam akin to advancing to the next level of schooling, and was not all that complicated.
After Xiao Yan appeared, he fought several matches in succession, but the process was extremely simple each time—either a punch or a kick. No matter who his opponent was, there were no surprises in the result. Xiao Yan won perfectly. It was just that their outcomes were far better than Xue Beng's had been.
And as Xiao Yan cleanly ended several battles in a row, these young men and women within the Ivory Tower came to know this youth named Xiao Yan anew—from the sweetheart of the academy goddess to a true prodigy.
Time also passed amid the matches. When night fell, in a quiet room filled with bookshelves, seven or eight elderly men sat on chairs around a round table. From their auras, which seemed no different from ordinary people's, one could tell that their strength and status were likely not low. After all, ordinary old men had no right to sit in this meeting room where the academy's affairs, great and small, were decided.
Moreover, Hu Gan, who had walked through the air during the competition earlier and whose strength had already reached the Dou Zong level, was also seated within. It was just that among these people, his seat was already one of the farther back.
At this moment, Hu Gan slowly set down a file in his hand. His gaze swept around the room, and he said with some astonishment:
"Great Elder, are all these reports true? Tsk, tsk, this Xiao Yan really