In the main square of Haoran Academy.
Countless elite disciples had gathered here for the oath-taking ceremony.
At the very front, the Principal Zhou Lin stood with a large group of teachers.
They did not immediately deliver an inspiring speech nor declare war against the Wayless Sect.
Instead, they waited in place.
It seemed as if they were deliberately delaying time.
Standing at the very back of the stage, like a miniature sun, Chu Yuan paid it no mind. Let them delay if they wished; it was of no concern to him.
Neither was the forthcoming battle.
If someone dared to provoke him, he would launch a Golden Halo and send them all home to meet Jesus.
"Daoist Chu."
Zhou Lin approached from the side and greeted him.
"Daoist Zhou."
Chu Yuan also came back to his senses and looked at Zhou Lin.
