Who?
The twenty disciples of Qingshuang Peak?
Everyone craned their necks to look upwards, and sure enough, they saw those familiar faces.
"It's actually them?"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the flying artifact slowly descended.
The twenty fellow disciples stood in two rows, and they appeared much plumper and rosier than when they left. Although they were still wearing the Holy Capital Academy's disciple uniforms, the fabric was an exquisite brocade they had never seen before, with talisman patterns swirling subtly. It was something not even the wealthy sons of influential families could compare to, and even the clothes worn by the Peak Master weren't necessarily as fine.
This trip indeed brought them back in a golden glow.
The Dean and other Peak Masters were all stunned.
"Luan Zhenfeng, your disciples."
The Dean gave him a nudge, indicating for him to say something.
"I-I-I... Even I am not sure if these are my disciples."
