"I, Fang Chenghong, wish to join Nine Heavens Peak."
"Yes!" Before the Peak Master could even speak, the senior disciples of Nine Heavens Peak in the distance let out a unified, low cheer, their eyes gleaming with a light they had suppressed for far too long.
A new recruit who ranked twentieth, and now a top-tier talent in third place. For Nine Heavens Peak, whose new blood had all but dried up, this was a delightful surprise.
The perpetually cold-faced Peak Master of Nine Heavens Peak, whose stoic expression seemed carved from ageless ice, finally allowed an imperceptible crack to form, revealing a hint of approval and anticipation.
He gave Fang Chenghong a barely perceptible nod, his gaze holding a hint of encouragement for the first time.
But the joy was short-lived. Next—
"Second place, Du Yun, step forward and choose your peak!"
The moment his name was announced, the atmosphere reached a fever pitch.
