After the flying boat fully settled onto the docking platform, the elders of the Martial Ascension Gate immediately began organizing the disciples.
There was no sign of relaxation simply because the journey had ended.
This was not Sword Saint County, nor was it land controlled by their sect. They had arrived at Hidden Dragon Island, a place where the greatest young geniuses of the Southern Martial Domain would gather.
Countless eyes would be watching every movement made by the major forces.
Even the slightest disorder could become a joke in the eyes of rival sects, while even a minor embarrassment could damage prestige.
"Maintain formation."
"Do not wander carelessly."
"Follow the assigned route and remain disciplined."
Several elders gave sharp commands one after another, their voices carrying unquestionable authority.
