The gates that had been about to close opened again. After Xu Ye entered the camp, he stared in confusion at over a thousand pairs of eyes.
He checked his watch again.
I'm not late.
The people around him watched with curiosity, scrutiny, disdain, sinister grins, impatience, or anticipation of a good show.
It was a peculiar feeling.
Even recruits who had already made a name for themselves kept a low profile at the Crimson Training Camp, at least on the first day. None had tried to stand out.
But Xu Ye's entrance was like a grand finale, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
The commotion below made the dozen or so instructors on the platform frown slightly.
Jian Fang sighed helplessly.
He felt a little sorry for the boy, who would probably get a thorough dressing-down from Shen Xinghai before being sent packing.
Still, that boy was incredibly strong.
Shen Xinghai turned his gaze and barked, "Anyone who's late is immediately dis... dis... huh?"
Through the hot, stuffy air, Shen Xinghai immediately spotted the boy carrying the Big Black Umbrella on his back. The crimson sunset stretched the boy's shadow far behind him, all the way into the crowd.
Xu Ye stood with the light behind him.
Yet Shen Xinghai recognized him at once as the boy who had "fought alongside" him a few days earlier. That Big Black Umbrella was especially conspicuous.
And so, he froze.
A dozen different expressions flashed across his face in an instant, making quite a spectacle.
That guy is a new recruit?
Sequence 9?
A new recruit saved me from a Sequence 6?
And he survived the Spirit Mirror Knight?
I think I even ran away.
No, I didn't run. I just went to get reinforcements.
With difficulty, Shen Xinghai shifted his sidelong gaze toward