Meng Hongzhuang's voice was as faint as a mosquito, but it was drowned out by the sudden arrival of the magic array's light.
When Fang Zhou led the graduating year students into the Holy Baptism Array composed of seventy-two beams of light, the ancient Sea City battle pattern suddenly emerged from the tiles in the square.
Instructor Su Xinyan stood in the center of the array, her silver-white hair fluttering in the energy fluctuations.
The Blessing Light gathered in her hand turned into specks of light like fireflies and merged into Fang Zhou's body, as if every inch of skin was kissed by starfire.
All the instructors on the field shouted in unison, "May the stars guide your blade."
This was the oldest vow of Sea City Military Academy, yet it was rekindled with scorching intensity because of Fang Zhou.
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The ceremony reached its climax, and Su Tiankuo stood on the podium, looking at Fang Zhou.
