Night.
Xue Ying sat by himself within the courtyard. There was currently a projection of battles in midair ahead of him–scenes of battles happening within the Star Pagoda by the talented cultivators. There was also a female attendant warming wine and pouring wine for Xue Ying by the side.
As he held on to the wine glass, he lightly sipped.
'His body is quite strong. He should be training in the strongest warrior cultivation system.' Xue Ying swiftly made his judgment after observing it, 'It isn't easy being a teacher of the convention.'
Just solely analyzing the more than 10,000 talented cultivators through their battle scenes was not an easy task already, much less taking into account their background origins and age. Even though the majority had been eliminated, there were still more than a thousand cultivators he had to consider. They had their own cultivation experiences, and different strength and specializations.
