"As such, the freshman competition comes to a close. Students, please leave in batches to avoid friction between the Fond Spirits..."
...
Every lively scene will eventually clear out.
One after another, people got up from their seats and rode their flying Fond Spirits away.
Of course, more often, these were beasts walking off on their four legs.
Within a short span of time, at the six entrances and exits of the vast venue, the roars of beasts echoed endlessly.
"So tell me, what kind of mentor do you want to be?"
Jiang Yongnian and a group of old men approached, asking with a mix of helplessness and sighs.
As stipulated, Canghai Pavilion's mentors had the right to freely teach, but they couldn't go by what they solely desired to teach.
Everyone generally aimed at their specializations, focusing on what they were good at.
The crux, of course, was 'battle.'