Three days passed quickly, and the selection tournament arrived.
After classes ended that afternoon, all the Core Disciples followed Wang Yan and Zhou Yi to the Soul Fighting Zone.
All the Core Disciples under fifteen in the Outer Court had gathered here, ready to take part in the upcoming selection tournament.
The second years had the most Core Disciples. Class One alone had eleven, and with Xie Huanyue from Class Two and Ning Tian from Class Three, they had thirteen in total. The third and fourth years combined barely matched that number.
Only three fifth-year Core Disciples were participating, and Huo Yuhao happened to know all of them.
Bei Bei, Xu Sanshi, and Jiang Nannan.
All three had reached the rank of Four-Ring Soul Ancestor. Aside from them, only one person present had four rings: He Caitou, a Core Disciple of the Soul Tool Department and Fan Yu's student.
The final head count was twenty-seven.
All the students quietly awaited the selection tournament. Although they had no idea what it was for, every one of them was rubbing their fists and flexing their palms, eager to have a go.
Huo Yuhao chuckled.
The others still had no idea what outrageous stunt he planned to pull during the selection tournament.
At last, a swaying figure slowly approached from the distance. With a wine gourd in his left hand, a chicken leg in his right, and a thoroughly disheveled appearance, he was none other than Xuan Zi.
He gave a drunken hiccup and asked hazily, "Everyone here?"
Wang Yan hurriedly replied with respect, "Elder Xuan, everyone is here. Twenty-seven in total."
"Mm, then head inside."
Xuan Zi staggered into the Soul Fighting Zone.
Although the Core Disciples who had never seen Xuan Zi wondered who this drunkard was, they obediently followed him