For example, the third and fourth year classes were all silver spirit master classes.
What separated the two wasn't just the difference in spirit power, but also the overall performance, grades, and the success and failure record in the previous years.
So failing was like a black spot on anyone's record. And trying to wipe it would take more effort and time.
Lang stepped forward when he realised the bad situation they were all in. "Master, these two are just freshmen and joined us just today."
"This isn't my problem," the master didn't yield, "they are with you, and so they are punished as well."
From the side, every other disciple sitting here and watching all this unfold had such a look on their faces. It was like they were celebrating
not belonging to either of the two sides when this master entered or else they would have been doomed.
Hearing this, William frowned. He came just soon to this life and he didn't train in any common fighting technique before.
