Even Xuan Yuan Po didn’t have anyone daring enough to choose him, though he was last upon the proclamation, he was still ranked; not to mention, yao cultivation is evidently different from that of humans, making their talent hard to gauge. Some of the upper-half examinees chose to pick someone ranked higher upon the proclamation than risk choosing him.
Yet, interestingly, or perhaps strangely, even Chen Chang Sheng, who was not listed upon the proclamation, didn’t get chosen by anyone.
All the examinees knew that Chen Chang Sheng had yet to complete his Purification at the time of the proclamation’s update; even if he was to experience some sort of miracle and had luckily managed to complete his Purification, with such a short period of cultivation, it definitely would not have been enough for him to make any dramatic advances; he should have been the weakest person present, yet… no one chose him.
The area outside of the tower was very crowded, the woodlands in comparison were quiet and lonesome.
Luo Luo was hugging Chen Chang Sheng’s arm, at his side, on the verge of falling asleep.
Xuan Yuan Po yawned a few times, his mouth opened wide enough to fit in an entire haunch of venison.
Tang Thirty-Six was busy speaking to Su Mo Yu, unknown as to what, but Su Mo Yu’s face was full of astonishment.
The youths from Orthodox Academy were bored beyond belief.
Luckily, according to the rules, this boredom had an eventual end.