Plagued by the headache-inducing noise of the crowd, the Seventh Elder burst out of the rest room, bellowing, "Quiet! Everyone quiet down! What's all this noise? Are you revolting?
"If you've got so much energy, use it to kill Evil Cultivators!"
Wu Kun silenced the situation, and the crowd didn't dare to be noisy anymore, hanging their heads one after another.
Wu Kun was pleased with the response of the youths, surveyed the room with a stern face, and said, "You have half a Chinese hour to form teams, familiarize yourselves with one another in your groups."
"Seventh Elder, we have already formed our teams. Can we now receive the Spirit Gathering Orb?" Yang Hui asked with a smile, looking towards Wu Kun.
Wu Kun gave a slight nod, "Teams that have finished forming, line up here according to the number of members. After the assessment, you may immediately receive the Spirit Gathering Orbs."
With a grand gesture, Yang Hui's followers gathered around him.
