"Brother Ziping, today’s battle was truly eye-opening"
"Indeed, this year’s freshn are of high quality, the academy is becoming more and more prosperous."
"Brother Ziping, you know I’m not talking about that."
"So? What’s wrong with a gifted individual testing their capabilities by becoming a ntor?"
"Brother Ziping, despite the simplicity of the situation, the ripple effect it causes is quite significant."
From the area specifically designated for the Southern Campus next to the ntors’ seats, various discussions echoed around.
A man dressed in splendid clothes sighed to another man dressed in white:
"Since the elder predecessors have agreed, Assistant Han will surely assu the position of ntor if he defeats Renwo Kuang."
"Being the Number 1 ntor, this title alone will cause an uproar in the North Campus. When the news spreads to the Southern Campus, it will undoubtedly cause a sensation."
"If the news inadvertently reaches the neighbouring Tianyafu Residence, who knows how many people would co to see the spectacle."
"That’s not our concern." Tan Ziping said indifferently: "even if he becos a ntor, he can only teach in the North Campus."
"If he ventures to the Southern Campus, anyone could suppress his grade, no matter how prestigious the title of ntor is, the gap in abilities is clear to see. Being criticized, it would ultimately be self-humiliating."
"But Brother Ziping," Zhuang Wenyao said, "as the ninth of the Ten Talents, you’re aiming for the third grade, naturally your vision is high."
"Just this Renwo Kuang, he should be able to break through to the second grade soon."
"At that point, when he enters the Southern Campus, he would be like a dragon erging from its eggshell, as long as he does not et with an untily demise, he is destined to stir up a storm in the Southern Campus."
"Indeed, Renwo Kuang’s foundation is very solid, anyone can notice that." Tan Ziping nodded without denial.
"Then, this Master Han, being able to defeat Renwo Kuang, no matter the thod, after thinking carefully, is truly frightening."
Zhuang Wenyao placed one hand on his chest, as if feeling his beating heart, he muttered to himself:
"I have a feeling that such a mysterious and ingenious person, should he advance to the second grade,
"Even if he is a ntor, our Southern Campus will be plunged into more intense competition."
"After all, he is a peer, why should his accomplishnts...be far superior to ours?"
"Makes sense!"
Tan Ziping had a flash of insight, revealing a solemn expression:
"Once he reaches the second grade, he may not be content with staying in the North Campus."
"If he then transfers to the Southern Campus, then what does the Ten Talents ranking we’ve been fighting over really an?"
"Indeed, compared to the title of ntor, the Ten Talents ranking that we care so much about, no matter how you look at it, just seems like child’s play and is no longer significant."
"In the end, only the top three can still hold their ground."
"But this is also strange, we should not be comparing ourselves to him, but a young man, a young man who can break the rules of the academy without reason, as long as you know about this matter, this person, in this self-priding Southern Campus, who would willingly lower their heads?"
Zhuang Wenyao sighed, expressing his worried thoughts.
...
Everyone had the sense that a storm was brewing.
Jiang Yongnian looked at Ye Hanjun’s side profile, this Active Awakener who seed to be dying when he first entered the academy, but now his face was flushed with vitality, looking healthier.
He also let out a sigh.
Without any other reason, his old friends next to him were still arguing nonstop, discussing Renwo Kuang and Ye Hanjun’s battle process, discussing this unprecedented new ntor, they were flushed and vocal about their opinions.
"These two children will have bright futures."
Dong Xuan paced over to Jiang Yongnian’s side with his arms folded, his muddy eyes glead with a soft light like water.
"One will survive, he can beco the top expert amongst students, being invincible at the sa level."
"And the other?" Jiang Yongnian pursed his lips and showed his distaste for Dong Xuan’s theatrics.
"The other... I can’t see through him."
Dong Xuan shook his head, "I’ve never seen a child like him, so young, yet it’s as if he has countless masks on his face."
"When he needs to be calm, he is calr than anyone, until the last mont, he will never give up on his will to survive."
"When he needs to be arrogant, he doesn’t conceal it at all, just like earlier, accepting the challenge anwhile proposing conditions with a bit of high-spirited behaviour."
"For Canghai Pavilion, is this good or bad?"
Jiang Yongnian’s furrowed brow never relaxed, "His presence is like an unattainable mountain peak in the eyes of ordinary students."
"But to the students with extraordinary authority and strong Fond Spirits, don’t you think it’s annoying? There’s always a person of the sa age, carrying the identity of a ntor, their pride, their achievents, they are nothing in front of him."
"Those who can catch up will naturally catch up." Dong Xuan shook his head:
"Those who can’t should walk their own path with peace of mind, there’s nothing wrong with that."
"What’s scary is soone who doesn’t have the ability but still tries to force it, unless they hit their heads and bleed, I’m afraid they won’t be able to be reined in..."
"Sigh..." Jiang Yongnian let out a long sigh, as if trying to expel the worries in his chest.
He glanced at the chaotic spectator seats, cleared his throat, and announced in a special Runes voice that could be heard for miles:
"From today, Canghai Pavilion has a new official ntor, to be referred to as Master Han."
"The academy will later confirm with him the subject he wishes to teach, and decide on the form of instruction based on that."
"For related details, fellow students can check the bulletin board, where you can obtain the academy’s firsthand news."
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