Vermilion Bird City, the Academy.
The New Year's Watchers' Ministry of War Minister, five black-robed leaders, and over twenty blue-robed members stood along either side of the spacious hall, watching the Academy's unkempt dean from a distance.
Zhao Baicheng shuffled slowly across the floor in cloth shoes, his hair loose, and took the wine flask from his waist. "I'm giving you a chance to brag, so stop putting on airs. Speak."
A black-robed man immediately stepped forward, bowed, and cupped his fists. "Reporting to the dean, as of today, all twenty seeded squads I personally selected have made the top two hundred in the Glory Points Rankings. The Maple Leaf Squad has performed particularly well. They haven't lost anyone yet and currently rank 143rd."
Zhao Baicheng nodded slightly, tipped his head back, and drank.
The black-robed man blinked. Come on, give me a little praise. You're making this awkward.
"Reporting to the dean, competition within the Migration Land's third-tier Star Gates has grown increasingly fierce. Three squads under my command obtained fairly good opportunities. Among them, two players with unordered inheritances obtained relatively scarce continuations of their inheritances. The first round of competition has now ended, and all have left their gates."
"My squads all entered first-order Star Gates. Twenty-four members successfully obtained inheritances, none rare. The proportion exceeded expectations."
"...!"
The leaders stepped forward one after another, reporting almost exclusively on matters related to the Migration Land.
Zhao Baicheng listened without any change in expression, then said calmly, "I allow bragging here, but try not to get too ridiculous."
Everyone exchanged glances, then cupped their fists in unison. "Dean, every word comes from the heart and will stand up to scrutiny."
"Heh." Zhao Baicheng snorted. He knew perfectly well that these old fellows wouldn't dare wildly inflate their figures,