"After all, they're just endless waves; after watching enough, it's all the same," he mused. So, after half a month of sailing, these youngsters began to feel homesick.
Some, the more mature, seemed to have taken family instructions to heart or vaguely sensed the predicament of the Longxi Alliance and forced themselves to practice martial arts every day. Others, carefree, marveled at the miraculous creation beneath their feet.
After several days of covert observation, Tang Luo had determined which were genuinely promising talents, and which, despite having natural gifts, were unlikely to achieve much.
"Almost done with the sorting!"
Standing atop the peak of Kun Island, Tang Luo stuffed the thick stack of papers, revised repeatedly over the past few days, into his chest, and a gaping vortex of emptiness swallowed them whole.
"It's been long enough with indulgence; it's time these greenhorn lads learn the rules of the Marshal Star Pavilion!"
