Last year was the first open enrollment of the local temples, and only 538 pupils were recruited nationwide.
The pupils were either extremely well-endowed like He He, or, like Lin Junlong, they might not be as perceptive, but were physically more capable, which was considered a specialty.
In comparison was Phoenix Mountain's first enrollment, during which 1008 pupils were admitted. Among them were definitely some with great cultivation potential, but more were mediocre ones that barely reached the benchmark.
At this moment, these 1008 people had gathered in the small square on the mountain, unsure of what to do. The pretty sister was nowhere to be seen now, and Old Shui and the other three were still outside in the big square, which remained crowded.
They then heard the voice from up in the mountain, announcing, "...the talisman to pray for rain to celebrate the occasion!"
Wow!
