Amidst the discussion, the gates of the advanced training camp slowly opened and two groups of elvish guards wearing light armor walked out from both sides of the gates. At the center of the entourage, a white-bearded old man slowly walked out. He looked to be around the age of an eighty to ninety-year-old human, but converting to that of the lifespan of an elf, he was probably at least three hundred years old.
Even though he was old, the appearance of this old man did not seem decrepit. Instead, he had a sage-like appearance and his green eyes carried unfathomable depth as he quietly swept his gaze across the group of participants that would soon enter the advanced training camp.
The gossiping elves immediately quieted down and obediently stood rooted on the spot.
