"Small impatience can spoil great plans."
Ling Xiao took a deep breath, suppressing his anger with difficulty, but his eyes remained fixed on the group of Holy Land Disciples, especially the leading man in green.
The selection lasted an entire day.
The elder in black robes reappeared.
"The first round is over! Five hundred and thirty-seven people have passed. The second round will be conducted at Chen Shi tomorrow, and those who are late will be considered as quitting!"
This result left everyone shocked.
Out of one hundred thousand cultivators, only a little over five hundred passed!
The threshold of the Holy Land is indeed high.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and Liang Yu took Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao to find an inn nearby.
In the room, Liang Yu was still immersed in shock.
"It's terrifying, ten thousand chosen from only five hundred... I've heard that in previous years at least a thousand people would pass."
Liang Yu murmured.
