Nearly ten thousand cultivators gradually disappeared into the array.
The assessment was now fully underway.
The only people left were the disciple, Ye Tianling, and the upper ranks of the War Dragon Academy, including Feng Caiyi, Feng Cailuo, and Master Qian Ye.
"So, are you upset? Feeling pretty indignant, huh, kid?"
Feng Cailuo eyed Ye Tianling with a playful, knowing smirk, her voice dripping with amusement.
She looked more like a Little Witch than a dignified member of the Upper Ranks. What authority was there to speak of?
Ye Tianling nearly coughed up a lung. 'Do you have to be such a damn troll?!'
Ye Tianling shot Feng Cailuo a glare and said sourly, "What's there to be happy or unhappy about? You make the rules. Naturally, whatever you say goes!"
Feng Cailuo blinked her beautiful, wide eyes. "You make a surprisingly good point."
Ye Tianling was left speechless.
