The appearance of the ten people led by Bu Zheng filled many students with envy.
Being able to witness a Soul Technique, valued at over a hundred million, is a privilege money can't necessarily buy.
This privilege is only granted to the top ten of the Throne Challenge Tournament.
With nearly seventeen thousand freshmen, only ten have this privilege, a probability surpassing one in a thousand.
Amidst various envious and longing gazes, the group stepped onto the circular staircase, ascending step by step to the ninth floor.
As soon as they set foot on the ninth floor, Lin Feng's expression subtly changed, as time and space seemed to halt, an eerie wave making the ninth floor appear particularly serene.
"Little Bu, it's been a year."
A ghost-like voice sounded, startling everyone, prompting them to quickly scan their surroundings, only to find an empty space.
