Chapter 227: Get your asses over here and sign up!
The scene and atmosphere clearly had all the makings of a principal's speech beneath the national flag. As soon as Ding Yi entered, he was led to a meditation cushion near the back, without any chance to exchange a few words with the supposed instructors.
Still, he was curious, so he sat down. At worst, he could talk to them after everyone dispersed.
Strangely, the intuition that had urged him to come upstairs vanished at that moment, and even the air seemed more harmonious.
The three instructors stood at the front without speaking, projecting an unfathomable depth to all the students seated below.
Presence was difficult to describe, but at the sight of those three, no one dared whisper to their neighbors.
Today, Old Master Mo made the rare effort of rising from his seat.
In the past, he had always accepted disciples in his own courtyard, never amid the fanfare of opening a hall. Yet the scene before him still stirred him deeply, as though reminding him of the little, shabby martial arts school at his master's home more than sixty years ago.
Old Master Mo carried himself like a grandmaster. As he slowly rose, Mo Shaoge and Mo Qingxue mobilized the magic power in their arms, sending waves of disorienting sensations throughout the hall.
The thirty-odd people seated below felt something often found in literature, something called "aura," steadily building.
Many widened their eyes, even slowing their breathing and taking deep breaths to steady their heart rates.
Whether they had come merely to join the excitement or truly wanted to learn, the same thought now arose in everyone's mind.
We really came to the right place this time!
Old Master Mo's silver hair and beard stirred without a