The young man raised his hand and pointed, "Over there, turn left, the enrollment office. No requirements, but there is an entrance assessment, with results determining the allocation of schools."
"Entrance assessment?"
Liang Xiao murmured, then nodded, "Many thanks!"
"No need."
…
Passing by the young man, turning left, he quickly arrived at the "recruitment office!"
What he saw was a sea of people, a long line snaking away.
There were the old and the young, men and women.
Apart from the common folk in various attire, there were Martial Artists from the Martial World with knives and swords on their backs, as well as monks and Taoists from beyond the secular life.
There were Taoists, monks, nuns, rich gentlemen in brocade robes, ladies from well-to-do families, as well as ragged refugees, skinny beggars, and destitute commoners.
"..."
Seeing this, Liang Xiao fell silent as well.
He didn't need anyone else to explain; he knew where these people came from.
