Fang You pondered.
Recruiting old hands wasn't without its benefits; they could be turned into highly efficient workers straight away, especially the "senior technicians."
But the downside was that the old hands were not pure enough at heart. Even if a few of them were to join the guild and ascend to the mythic level in the future, they would most likely be "peripheral mythics."
The academy needed more people with firmer convictions to become "core mythics."
"Have you spotted any good prospects yet?"
"emmmm Xiao Huan isn't quite sure."
Her silhouette of light and shadow appeared, biting her lip, watching thousands of flashing screens before her as if facing a formidable enemy.
Fang You: "…You don't really need to be so serious; the real assessment hasn't even begun yet."
At that moment, another light and shadow materialized, revealing a figure taller and more valiant than Xiao Huan.
It was the Miss Trial Officer.
