Ash Bekham was very efficient. By the time afternoon arrived, he had already invited over all of the outstanding individuals from other continents amongst the current batch of unofficial outer mountain disciples.
In a certain little house by the mountain creek.
The prince was seated on a rock, a dozen youthful figures seated before him. Robust spiritual energy spread from these figures, every action and gesture they made filled with a certain aura of pride.
Most of the individuals who had been invited were after all elites amongst the first class disciples. They were normally surrounded by many of their peers, enjoying the feeling of the world seemingly revolving around them. Hence, it was natural that they did not lack pride.
Especially the two figures at the very front, a young lanky man and a well-statured woman.
