Time, on the admissions plaza of Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University, had become a peculiar, stretched-out measuring stick.
For the tens of thousands of prodigies who had already been eliminated and could only wait here in listless silence, every minute and every second was filled with torment and resentment.
But for the hundred or so victors in Qin Feng's group, this long, four-month wait was an entirely new kind of trial—one of mental fortitude.
Some grew anxious, some entered Meditation, and some gathered in small groups, quietly reviewing their previous battles and exchanging insights on the Martial Dao.
As for Qin Feng, from the moment he sat down cross-legged, he had already "vanished" from the bustling yet silent plaza.
