Total silence.
The first to stand was a middle-aged man, dressed in a dark gray robe embroidered with silver blades. His eyes were sharp like an eagle's claws.
"I am Yun Che, envoy of the Gray Blade Sect," he said, his voice clear and direct.
"And I came here to recruit."
His eyes swept across the crowd of youths.
"Huo Ling, of the Flaming Sword."
Huo Ling raised his head, surprised.
"Huo Jiao, of the Flaming Sword."
The younger brother was also called. Both exchanged looks of disbelief.
"Mo Tianhai, of the Verdant Sword."
Mo Tianhai held his breath. His fist clenched unconsciously.
"Shen Yu, of the Verdant Sword."
Shen Yu, who still had his arms bandaged, widened his eyes.
"Mo Xia, of the Verdant Sword."
Mo Xia brought a hand to her mouth, holding back a cry of joy.
"Wu Jian, of the Verdant Sword."
Wu Jian, who was still limping, froze for a moment.
"Long Xue, of the Verdant Sword."
Long Xue bit her lip, her eyes shining.
