"Senior Brother Zhang!"
Seeing Zhang Jing approaching, Chen Xiandao and Shen Qingqing simultaneously cried out.
Their voices immediately drew the attention of the surrounding disciples of the Outer Academy, all turning their eyes to Zhang Jing.
It was different, however.
The disciples of Shenxiao and Xuanguang Daoist Temples were full of curiosity in their gazes.
As for the disciples of Dragon Lake Dao Institute's Outer Academy, their eyes held both expectancy and anxiety.
Just now, two top-ranked students from their Institute failed in their examinations to advance to the Second Void, and Zhang Jing had gradually become their last hope.
But Senior Brother Zhang Jing was, after all, no different from the other two top-ranked students, having not been in the Institute for long.
If he also happens to fail...
At that point, the Dragon Lake Dao Institute's disciples would find it hard to raise their heads in the presence of the disciples from the other two Institutes.
