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Great Qian Martial Institute.
Inside the Yellow-Level 'A' Scholar Dormitory.
Elder Zheng Kaihe, the class supervisor, was waiting quietly.
All the disciples within the dormitory were also cultivating in silence, equally waiting.
They were all waiting for one person—Qin Qing.
The grand competition of the Great Qian Martial Institute was today, but there was still some time before the official start.
Qin Qing had not yet appeared.
In Elder Zheng Kaihe's eyes, a hint of anxiety and concern was barely concealed.
"Why hasn't Qin Qing arrived yet?"
"He has already promised, so he should come. He's probably not someone who goes back on his word..."
That's what Zheng Kaihe was thinking to himself.
Similarly, the same thoughts and speculations were sprouting in the hearts of many disciples.
Not far from this dormitory, in a room filled with the aroma of tea, Xu Fang, Xu Qingyuan, Jun Tiance, Shangguan Jian, and others were all gathered.
