At this moment, there was not a single new student in sight on the road. They had presumably all gathered at the exit. Xiao Yao and Xun Er's group did not dare delay either. With a light tap of their toes against the ground, they turned into wisps of smoke and sped toward the end of the road.
Nearly four or five minutes later, Xiao Yao's group of ten slowed down. Looking toward the end of the road, they indeed saw a large crowd packed together there, with angry curses and clamor rising without end.
With a slight wave of his hand, Xiao Yao led Xun Er and the others toward the crowd. When some of the gathered new students spotted them, their faces immediately lit up with joy. Just as they were about to cheer, Xiao Yao's gesture stopped them, and they hurriedly shut their mouths.
After signaling to the new students, Xiao Yao squeezed through the crowd and looked toward the exit through the gaps between people.
At the exit of the main road, seven or eight older students wearing tower-shaped badges on their chests had blocked the way.
Behind them stood a large group of older students watching the show. Clearly, they were more than happy to see the new students suffer, because many of them had gone through the same ordeal back then.
Standing opposite those eight older students was A Tai, who had come to seek Xiao Yao's help earlier. He was now leading a group of new students, confronting the older students with a livid expression.
"Enough nonsense, kid. The tribute fee for new students has been an Inner Academy rule for many years. We haven't been harsh on you, so hand it over obediently. Paying to avoid disaster—don't you understand that?" A young