Zhang Yan nodded with a smile and said, "Tian Kun, my disciple, you may rise."
"Yes." Tian Kun stood up, dutifully standing aside.
The Wang Sisters noticed that Zhang Yan had not called on them to rise, so they dared not move and remained kneeling there, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Zhang Yan's gaze swept over them. He saw that the two Wang Sisters had hair as black as ink cascading like waterfalls, skin as white as snow, slender figures, and an undeniable radiance. Though their appearance was striking enough, their innate talent was even more commendable. While they couldn't compare to someone as naturally gifted as Liu Yan Yi, they were still chosen from among thousands, making Zhang Yan nod slightly.
To the ordinary eye, these two sisters were difficult to distinguish, but Zhang Yan's keen perception allowed him to discern subtleties from their minor movements.
