It wasn't that Hu Jing hadn't considered coming to the Great Yuan Realm, to the Cultivation Academy. But she never knew when it might happen, and she had steeled herself for a bitter struggle. To arrive now, in such a dominant fashion, was something she'd never dreamed of.
A month after the great battle, it felt like even the participants were living in a dream. Sometimes, they would wake up with a lingering fear, afraid that it had all been a fantasy.
Because of the Holy Hall's powerful performance, Yang Jian had also been quite accommodating. He provided assistance for Hu Jing and the others to travel to the Cultivation Academy and didn't assign the Holy Hall any particularly heavy responsibilities. After all, although Hu Jing and her group had shown potential, they weren't suited to bear too much responsibility. Their level was what it was, and while a harsh environment could temper a person, it could also destroy them. A being like Yang Jian naturally understood this very well.
