Once again, the training field was filled with the clamour of the crowd.
There were many different types of gazes focused on Maxwell now.
There were some filled with worship, some with ridicule, some with envy, and many that seemed to hate Maxwell.
The most surprising thing…
Those people who had been lining up for several days had lessened quite a bit. It looks like a lot of those martial artists here for the assessment had quietly sneaked away.
"My stomach hurts. Not good, it looks like I can't participate in the assessment today."
"My period has come, agghhh, it hurts so much."
"Ah, crap, my aunt's period has come. The person who had just left is actually my aunt. I'm sorry, I need to leave and go look after her."
"I… I'm going home to start farming. It's obvious that cultivating isn't suited for me."
The large crowd had dispersed, and it looked like not a single person wanted to stay behind.
It was mainly the outer sect disciples of the sect that were left here.
