"Never mind! Let him in, Junior Brother Liu!" Xuandaozi's voice carried over from far away.
"As expected of Dong Santong. He actually dodged an attack from a foundation establishment middle stage cultivator."
"Yes! He really is impressive!"
"His divine abilities seem to have grown much stronger than before!"
"Looks like he's determined to secure a place on this trip to Spiritlight Lake!"
"Silence!" Xuandaozi said mildly. His voice was not loud, but it reached every disciple's ears clearly. At this, they all fell silent.
Li Xiaoya had naturally witnessed the scene as well, and he was somewhat shocked. I haven't seen that fatty in a few days, and his divine abilities have improved so much. He really does seem much stronger than during our match that day.
"San Tong, stand over here!" Seeing Dong Santong approach without seeming to know where to stand, Xuandaozi smiled kindly and pointed to the spot opposite Li Xiaoya.
"As you command!" Dong Santong said respectfully, then swaggered over. The disciples watched him with all sorts of looks: envy, jealousy, and even hatred. It was hardly surprising. Almost every disciple here had fought him during the Sect Selection. Aside from those who had never faced him, all had suffered defeat at his hands. And with his arrogant, overbearing manner, he had even mocked the cultivators he defeated. Naturally, he was not well liked.
As soon as Dong Santong took his place at the front of the left-hand line, he spotted Li Xiaoya grinning at him from directly opposite. Remembering all the suffering he had endured over the past few months, he snorted and turned away, refusing to acknowledge him.
Li Xiaoya was briefly taken aback, but did not mind.
"All right! All twenty-four disciples are here!" Xuandaozi said mildly, casually glancing at Dong Santong