Xin Lin and the other two remained silent, especially Murong Ziyue, whose delicate brows furrowed even tighter.
"Heh heh, isn’t it a pleasant surprise? This is a trendous opportunity, with the top talents from forty elite colleges of the Eastern Continent participating. This year-end assessnt is also known as the ’Little Eagle Conference.’ Your current abilities aren’t sufficient to make a na for yourselves at the Eagle Conference, but if you all put in great effort, there’s still hope for the ’Little Eagle Conference.’ The Dean has already stated that this year, our Spirit Institute must secure at least one spot among the three classes."
Master Mu looked aningfully at Xin Lin and Little Xinzhuo.
The Spirit Institute has always been weaker than the Martial Arts Academy.
Although this year, thanks to Xin Lin and others, the Spirit Institute has gained so montum.
But that’s only among the new students; including the old students, things aren’t as simple.
Even soone as talented and skilled as Murong Ziyue may not rank in the top ten in a Martial Arts Academy with both new and old students, let alone the top three leaders of the academy.
As for Xin Lin, even though she used the Overlord Egg to give the old leader Tuoba a good lesson.
Zhao Gang also treated Xin Lin with respect, acknowledging her as the new leader.
But the year-end assessnt doesn’t allow summoning, and it’s specifically for the "Little Eagle Conference," which ans both new and old students all have to participate in the assessnt.
With both foundational courses and practical courses considered, the competition between new and old students is bound to be even more intense.
"Thank you for your guidance, Master Mu. We will definitely work hard to bring honor to the Spirit Institute."
Little Xinzhuo was full of fighting spirit.
Xin Lin and Murong Ziyue exchanged a glance, both subtly shaking their heads.
Little Xinzhuo was still too naive.
This so-called "Little Eagle Conference" is definitely not just a simple collegiate exchange competition.
However, for most of the students at Qingtian Academy, this year-end assessnt is undoubtedly very exciting.
At least, soone as innocent as Little Xinzhuo is firmly convinced.
"Sister, I’m going back to cultivate first. I’ll visit you and Uncle Chu so other day."
With that said, Little Xinzhuo dashed off, disappearing from sight.
It’s easy to imagine that in the coming months, that child would be frantically cultivating.
"Quite a teachable child."
Master Mu had a look of satisfaction, then glanced at Xin Lin and Murong Ziyue.
"There are so matters with the birthday banquet. I’ll head into town and take a look first."
Xin Lin waved him off, blatantly ignoring Master Mu, and walked off on her own.
President Mu had earlier asked her to et him at the inn. Xin Lin also wanted to ask about Yang Su, so she might as well make a trip to Fenglin Inn in the city.
"Hey, co back here. Did you even hear what I said?"
Master Mu looked frustrated.
Xin Lin simply didn’t consider him, the supervisor, at all.
Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, Xin Lin suddenly turned around.
"Ziyue, drop by the dical Hall for dinner when you’re free. You’ve gotten thinner lately. I’ve recently prepared so new dishes that are good for your health."
Murong Ziyue hesitated briefly, then nodded lightly.
Only then did Xin Lin wave her hand and leave.
As for Mu San, who had an overwhelming presence, he was once again splendidly ignored.
Mu Chen gritted his teeth in anger.
Xin Lin did it on purpose!
"Murong Ziyue, don’t forget, you’re from the Murong Family. I asked you to investigate Xin Lin, and you still haven’t found any clues. Have you forgotten that your mother is still suffering in Fengdong? Without a Fu Tian Pill, your mother will never escape her servitude in this lifeti."
Mu Chen said coldly.
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