Magic City, the suburbs, the Mu Clan's ancestral residence.
Though the entire nation had recently been mourning the Ancient Capital Cataclysm, the joy hidden within the Mu Clan's ancestral residence still managed to surface.
The reason was simple: selection for the National Team was essentially over, and half a month ago, Mu Nujiao had become an official member with four votes!
In all of Magic City, only two people had become official members of the National Team.
One was Mo Fan, who had stumbled into some ridiculously good luck in Hangzhou.
The other was their own Mu Nujiao, who had fought her way in through sheer ability!
Moreover, Mu Nujiao had already broken through to the advanced level. Barring any accidents, she would surely make it through the training journey and hold on until the main event of the World Academy Competition.
By then, the Mu Clan's exposure would rise at least another notch!
The influence and benefits that came with it would be tremendous. Handled properly, they could easily rake in a fortune.
The Mu Clan already ranked first among Magic City's four great families, but they had long been dissatisfied with remaining merely a great family.
If they wanted a brighter future and a greater say in things, they had to climb higher.
Even if they could not become a Great Clan, they should at least stand half a head above the other great families.
Mu Nujiao's acceptance into the National Team with four votes had shown the Mu Clan a chance to rise.
Yet compared to the festive air outside, the atmosphere indoors was rather stiff.
At the center of the spacious ancestral hall, memorial tablets honoring generations of ancestors stood on the altar.
Perhaps because of the gloomy weather, little light reached the courtyard-style ancestral hall,