The Martial Lecture Hall
was a great hall.
At that moment, more than a thousand people had gathered inside.
Qin Hao noticed many familiar faces.
They were all disciples who had undergone Cultivation in the Heavenly Ruins.
The others were disciples who had recently entered the Inner Gate and chosen Two Realms Peak.
"This lesson is being taught by a deacon. It'll cover only the basics, so many people haven't come."
Qin Hao understood. Disciples did not attend every lesson. If a Marquis-Rank Creation were teaching, even fewer would come.
Under Inner Gate rules, a Marquis-Rank Creation or a King-Rank Creation taught a lesson every three to six months.
Only once every five years would a Nirvana Sovereign teach—that was, an elder of Two Realms Peak.
The same held true for the other eight peaks.
"Qin Hao."
"Fan Mingyu."
Several familiar faces greeted Qin Hao and Fan Mingyu.
The other Inner Disciples who had advanced from the Outer Gate turned to size up Qin Hao. They already knew everyone else. Qin Hao, though...
He had spent the past three months in seclusion without once stepping outside. Many had never seen him.
Qin Hao noticed something else.
A clear divide separated disciples who had entered the Inner Gate through the Azure Flame Grand Tournament from those who had advanced from the Outer Gate.
They sat in distinct groups. Many who had entered through the tournament looked indignant, resentment plain on their faces.
Clearly, Peng Kun and the others had been giving them a hard time.
"Do you think Qin Hao is strong enough to put Peng Kun and his lot in their place?"
"He beat Zhao Wei and the others from the Myriad Seas Heavenly Palace. He's incredibly strong."
"If only Qin Hao could teach Peng Kun's lot a lesson. Damn