After a long time, when all the leaders of the different Dao Schools had chosen their disciples, more than half of the candidates were still left unchosen.
One by one, they all hung their heads in despair.
Most of them, however, were clad in attire marking them as menial workers. Over on Wang Zijia's side, only a few candidates remained.
Moreover, just like Wang Zijia and his companions, they had watched the entire selection ceremony with indifference, showing no desire to participate. Clearly, these less than ten individuals belonged to a privileged class within this selection!
Guaranteed admission students!
Wang Zijia subconsciously took note of the few candidates around him, just as they seemed to be memorizing each other's faces.
Once the Dao Schools had selected their students, the administrators of the twelve courtyards began to assign their disciples to different areas, leading away the candidates who were left over. Where they would ultimately end up, was up to fate.
